The main topic of everyone's conversations today is Homecoming or the lack there of. So since our homecoming always takes place the first or second Saturday in December, the weather is never very good. Every year since my freshman year has been ridiculously icy. There are always rumors of blizzards and the cancellation of the dance/game. This, however, has never happened. They have both always continued on as planned.
This year the weather-people are saying that we will have a winter storm advisory on Saturday. Rain, snow, ice, wind. The whole shebang. The organizers of the dance are worried that due to the possible formidable conditions, the roads will be too bad for around two hundred people to drive all the way to Armstrong. So, to prepare for this, they are thinking of having a casual dance after the Homecoming Game on Friday. This would be something similar to Freshman Dance. This is just a thought. This does not mean that Homecoming will be on Friday. Think of it as a pre-Homecoming. If the weather is not bad on Saturday, the dance will be as scheduled.
I have heard two things about the actual Homecoming dance. I heard from a reliable source that, if the dance is canceled, then Homecoming will be rescheduled to some date after Christmas break. I have also heard, from a not-so-reliable source who heard from a semi-reliable source, that if they cancel it, there is no other weekend for them to have it. Thus, there will be no Homecoming.
I'm not sure on any of this. I'm just soooooo sick of all of the spazzing about it. Please please please spread the word.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thanklessgiving
Thanksgiving is definitely not my favorite holiday. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my family and all of that shizz. I just don't like all the preparations that go along with it. Yesterday we had my mom's side of the family here at our house. I was lucky enough to be at a scholastic bowl tournament for the majority of the day and thus missed out on all of the "fun" of cleaning and cooking. Oh, but my family was generous enough not to hog all of the "fun" to themselves. They made sure there was a little bit left for me to do when I got home. Yay.
Not to sound like a typical teenager, but there are so many things I could have been doing instead. But, no. I had to sit at my house and listen to all of my uncles yell and make dumb jokes. I did end up having some fun. Still, though, I was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to hang out with my friends. *sigh*
Tonight is the same. I'm going to my father's mother's house for their Thanksgiving dinner. Even though it's at night so in my mind it's technically supper. I have homework and stuff I need to get done, but instead all day I've had to help cook and clean up the remnants of last night. So now we're leaving in probably twenty-ish minutes and I've accomplished nothing.
I know what some of you are going to say. You're going to tell me that Thanksgiving is all about showing people that we are thankful for them and family time et cetera. Well to me it's just a nuisance; some un-needed opening act for Christmas (which is on the top of my awesome holiday list). So sorrrrrrrrry for my lack of ooey gooey-ness towards my family.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Not to sound like a typical teenager, but there are so many things I could have been doing instead. But, no. I had to sit at my house and listen to all of my uncles yell and make dumb jokes. I did end up having some fun. Still, though, I was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to hang out with my friends. *sigh*
Tonight is the same. I'm going to my father's mother's house for their Thanksgiving dinner. Even though it's at night so in my mind it's technically supper. I have homework and stuff I need to get done, but instead all day I've had to help cook and clean up the remnants of last night. So now we're leaving in probably twenty-ish minutes and I've accomplished nothing.
I know what some of you are going to say. You're going to tell me that Thanksgiving is all about showing people that we are thankful for them and family time et cetera. Well to me it's just a nuisance; some un-needed opening act for Christmas (which is on the top of my awesome holiday list). So sorrrrrrrrry for my lack of ooey gooey-ness towards my family.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Me+Finn Hudson=love
Last night I was going to blog about Glee. However, I was too busy watching Glee itself to take my eyes/mind off of the television long enough. This is how obsessed I am with this show.
It all started when my mother decided to get the first season on Netflix. I wasn't all that excited; it didn't really seem like a show I would be into. I didn't really see what all the fuss was about. Last weekend, Paige (my sister and avid Glee fan) came home and insisted that I watch it. It's all down hill from here.
For those of you who have never watched it before, I STRONGLY suggest you do. You might think that you don't really like musicals, but it's really not a musical. They don't just break out into random song and dance. Whenever there is singing it makes sense. You may think that it's a show for nerds and geeks. This could not be further from the truth. Glee is about celebrating everyone. It deals with all sorts of situations: from popularity to homosexuality. I'm so sad that I didn't get into this show sooner. I had no idea what I was missing out on.
Wow. I have so much to say about this amazing show that I'm jumping all over the place.
I'm sorry, but I'm about to get a little girly up in here. Sooo on the show there are essentially three male leads: Will - Spanish teacher and Glee club coach, Finn - the quarter-back of the football team and dating the head cheerleader, and Noah (aka Puck) - the insensitive jock. My mother is in love with Will. I think this is partially because she loves how convincing the actor who plays him, Matthew Morrison, is. Some guy wrote an article about how women could never believe a gay man acting as a straight guy. I beg to differ. Paige likes Puck... he's just her type. My personal favorite is Finn. He's aaaadorable and awesome. End of story.
How can you not be in love with this face?????????
Wow. This sounds like Tyler V's blog... Sorry about that.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
It all started when my mother decided to get the first season on Netflix. I wasn't all that excited; it didn't really seem like a show I would be into. I didn't really see what all the fuss was about. Last weekend, Paige (my sister and avid Glee fan) came home and insisted that I watch it. It's all down hill from here.
For those of you who have never watched it before, I STRONGLY suggest you do. You might think that you don't really like musicals, but it's really not a musical. They don't just break out into random song and dance. Whenever there is singing it makes sense. You may think that it's a show for nerds and geeks. This could not be further from the truth. Glee is about celebrating everyone. It deals with all sorts of situations: from popularity to homosexuality. I'm so sad that I didn't get into this show sooner. I had no idea what I was missing out on.
Wow. I have so much to say about this amazing show that I'm jumping all over the place.
I'm sorry, but I'm about to get a little girly up in here. Sooo on the show there are essentially three male leads: Will - Spanish teacher and Glee club coach, Finn - the quarter-back of the football team and dating the head cheerleader, and Noah (aka Puck) - the insensitive jock. My mother is in love with Will. I think this is partially because she loves how convincing the actor who plays him, Matthew Morrison, is. Some guy wrote an article about how women could never believe a gay man acting as a straight guy. I beg to differ. Paige likes Puck... he's just her type. My personal favorite is Finn. He's aaaadorable and awesome. End of story.
Wow. This sounds like Tyler V's blog... Sorry about that.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Homecoming?
So is anyone else super excited for Homecoming?
I just realized that it is less than a month away. It's weird to think that this will be the last one I go to. I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. The quicker it comes, the quicker it goes.
Sorry, guys, but I will not be dancing at Homecoming. Who goes to a dance to dance? I'm way too cool for that, right? Actually, to be quite honest, dancing makes me feel like a fool. I mean, I look in on the crowd of people "dancing" and cringe. I wish dancing was like it used to be in the old days. Good clean fun. Standing outside of the group all I see is a lot of inappropriate grinding and.. bouncing I guess. This seems to be what our generation views as dancing. Why couldn't I have been born in the '20s? Dances then would have been fun. I could do that. I'm no good at the so-called dancing of today. This is not because I am not capable of dancing. I have really good rhythm and coordination. Unfortunately, today's dancing doesn't really require these. I think to dance at one of our dances you kind of have to have no shame; to not care at all that what you're doing in public would make your grandmother faint.
Sometimes I don't think I was meant to be born in this generation. I really want to enjoy dances and have fun. For me the time before the dance is the most fun. I love dress and shoe shopping. I love getting my hair done and doing my face up. Dressing up is the bomb. I swear I came out of the womb in a dress and high heels.
Welp, just to make this relevant.....
sorry.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
I just realized that it is less than a month away. It's weird to think that this will be the last one I go to. I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. The quicker it comes, the quicker it goes.
Sorry, guys, but I will not be dancing at Homecoming. Who goes to a dance to dance? I'm way too cool for that, right? Actually, to be quite honest, dancing makes me feel like a fool. I mean, I look in on the crowd of people "dancing" and cringe. I wish dancing was like it used to be in the old days. Good clean fun. Standing outside of the group all I see is a lot of inappropriate grinding and.. bouncing I guess. This seems to be what our generation views as dancing. Why couldn't I have been born in the '20s? Dances then would have been fun. I could do that. I'm no good at the so-called dancing of today. This is not because I am not capable of dancing. I have really good rhythm and coordination. Unfortunately, today's dancing doesn't really require these. I think to dance at one of our dances you kind of have to have no shame; to not care at all that what you're doing in public would make your grandmother faint.
Sometimes I don't think I was meant to be born in this generation. I really want to enjoy dances and have fun. For me the time before the dance is the most fun. I love dress and shoe shopping. I love getting my hair done and doing my face up. Dressing up is the bomb. I swear I came out of the womb in a dress and high heels.
Welp, just to make this relevant.....
sorry.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Sunday, November 7, 2010
STOP APOLOGIZING.
Hey, you. With the face. Stop saying sorry already. It's getting really old.
Some people apologize for all the wrong reasons. To me, an apology is a promise. If you say sorry and you really truly mean it, then you will do everything in your power not to let the incident of which you are apologizing for happen again. This means TRYING. You can't apologize for not doing your homework, then not even attempt to do it the next day. You can't apologize for a bad habit and not make an effort to stop it. If you honestly feel bad about something, then you will try to stop doing it. If you don't feel bad, then don't apologize. The concept is really not that hard. I'm sick of unfulfilled apologies. To me these are empty promises. I'd rather hear the truth: that you don't care how I feel, that you like what you're doing. Don't feed me some bull about being sorry when you don't give a shit. (I really am sorry about that one Ms. Fultz. I'm getting worked up.)
So to all of you lazy and tell-them-what-they-want-to-hear people, do me a favor and stop apologizing!
Some people apologize for all the wrong reasons. To me, an apology is a promise. If you say sorry and you really truly mean it, then you will do everything in your power not to let the incident of which you are apologizing for happen again. This means TRYING. You can't apologize for not doing your homework, then not even attempt to do it the next day. You can't apologize for a bad habit and not make an effort to stop it. If you honestly feel bad about something, then you will try to stop doing it. If you don't feel bad, then don't apologize. The concept is really not that hard. I'm sick of unfulfilled apologies. To me these are empty promises. I'd rather hear the truth: that you don't care how I feel, that you like what you're doing. Don't feed me some bull about being sorry when you don't give a shit. (I really am sorry about that one Ms. Fultz. I'm getting worked up.)
So to all of you lazy and tell-them-what-they-want-to-hear people, do me a favor and stop apologizing!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude." -Maya Angelou
Wow. I have felt so crappy lately. What's funny is it is entirely my fault. Weird.
Anywho, sorry for straying from topic. Hmmm... sorry sorry sorry.
I think this blog kind of makes me feel crappy. I sit here and think of all the bad things I've done this week, which doesn't exactly make me feel great.
I feel a change coming...
Not this week, though.
Here's a list of people I've wronged this week:
1) Myself - the usual
2) Tyler V - for telling him he looked like one of the actors from "Cats".
3) Lauren - for missing BOTH of her cookouts.
4) Gwin (who is my turtle) - for being mad at him for not waking up and consequently not feeding him
5) Wyatt - for allowing my Mom to put Sally (the torso) in his bed
6) Isaac (my boyfriend) - for putting the moves on his brother to make him uncomfortable.
7) Jess (my boyfriend's brother) - for putting the moves on him to make his brother uncomfortable.
......Don't ask.......
So anyway, if anyone has any objections or additions to my list, comment away.
{Also I just wanted you guys to know that I spilled blood on Saturday and saved THREE people's lives. no big deal. I'm just a regular old hero.}
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Anywho, sorry for straying from topic. Hmmm... sorry sorry sorry.
I think this blog kind of makes me feel crappy. I sit here and think of all the bad things I've done this week, which doesn't exactly make me feel great.
I feel a change coming...
Not this week, though.
Here's a list of people I've wronged this week:
1) Myself - the usual
2) Tyler V - for telling him he looked like one of the actors from "Cats".
3) Lauren - for missing BOTH of her cookouts.
4) Gwin (who is my turtle) - for being mad at him for not waking up and consequently not feeding him
5) Wyatt - for allowing my Mom to put Sally (the torso) in his bed
6) Isaac (my boyfriend) - for putting the moves on his brother to make him uncomfortable.
7) Jess (my boyfriend's brother) - for putting the moves on him to make his brother uncomfortable.
......Don't ask.......
So anyway, if anyone has any objections or additions to my list, comment away.
{Also I just wanted you guys to know that I spilled blood on Saturday and saved THREE people's lives. no big deal. I'm just a regular old hero.}
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
if the breakman turns my way
I just now decided to make blogging a habit; so whenever something notable happens, I'll try to blog about it.
For the past like 5 hours I've just been staring at myself via my senior pictures.
But now it's saying my pictures aren't up yet.
Huh. Weird.
For the past like 5 hours I've just been staring at myself via my senior pictures.
But now it's saying my pictures aren't up yet.
Huh. Weird.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Blood and guts and shizz
This blog is all about Blood. If you have a weak stomach then you might want to get a garbage bag and keep reading.
This Saturday Potomac is having their blood drive in the bank parking lot. I was a little skeptic of this at first because it seems unsanitary. I was then made aware of the fact that they bring a trailer thing in which they stick you with needles. Now I'm excited.
I tried to donate blood last year at the school's blood drive. My iron count and blood pressure and everything were fine. I got in the chair and the nurse lady couldn't really find a perfect vein. She finally decided on one that I couldn't even see. As she started to stab my poor arm with the giant needle, I looked away and squeezed my friend's hand. I felt it go in and it wasn't that bad; so I let out my breath and released Sam's hand from my death grip. Just as I looked over at my right arm, she took the needle out. I was uber confused. Then I looked back at Sam and he had a look of amazement on his face. I guess the needle was too large for my tiny little vein. Therefore, when it was inserted, it made my vein collapse. This caused blood so spurt into the needle-tube-thing. Crazy, eh? So basically, my vein exploded. They were really afraid that it wouldn't seal itself back up and that I would have internal bleeding.
As cool as this story is, it kind of disappointed me. I was really looking forward to saving THREE lives.
So this time, I'm going to drink like a gallon (figuratively) of water. I hope that everything works out.
I'm also excited because my bestest friend Lauren Kay is going to be with me. Wanna join?
I'm sorry if you threw up.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Where'd I put that invisible box?
Oh goodness. So I'm super sorry for this being so late. I guess we have a lot to catch up on.
I'm getting so tired of saying sorry. This blog just makes me depressed. I'm always trying to think of bad things I've done to apologize for. Maybe that's why I always put off writing it for so long.
Now I'm going to switch gears and talk about next weekend: Halloween.
So I've decided that for Halloween I want to be a mime. However I need to get everything for the costume still. It shouldn't be that hard; it's just a black and white striped shirt and black pants. Suspenders would make it better, but I might not mess with that. I just looked up pictures of mimes and there are some things I didn't think about. I guess I also need white gloves. A top hat would be cool, too.
Now just for makeup. That shouldn't be too hard. I just have to find someone to do it. Any takers?
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
I'm getting so tired of saying sorry. This blog just makes me depressed. I'm always trying to think of bad things I've done to apologize for. Maybe that's why I always put off writing it for so long.
Now I'm going to switch gears and talk about next weekend: Halloween.
So I've decided that for Halloween I want to be a mime. However I need to get everything for the costume still. It shouldn't be that hard; it's just a black and white striped shirt and black pants. Suspenders would make it better, but I might not mess with that. I just looked up pictures of mimes and there are some things I didn't think about. I guess I also need white gloves. A top hat would be cool, too.
Now just for makeup. That shouldn't be too hard. I just have to find someone to do it. Any takers?
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Number 7: Oh.. well this is awkward
As I'm sure all of you blogger people out there remember, last week I apologized to myself for being such a bum and procrastinating and junk. I also promised to change my ways.
..yeah..
......about that...
I suppose this calls for another round of apologies to myself. This was supposed to be a weekend of getting things done. Instead my room is like communist Russia, my blog presumably late and I feel worse than ever. This was, however, partially unavoidable because I've been ridiculously sick all weekend. I won't make excuses, though. I'm perfectly aware that I most likely wasn't going to do it anyway.
I also need to apologize to you, my loyal followers. I've made a liar of myself. It shall not happen again. I hereby promise that by Thursday my room will be clean. This is for real. This time I mean it (catch the quote?)
Also, I promise to blog again that very same day relaying the details of my adventure.
Welp, see you all tomorrow. Unless any of you won't be in class tomorrow; in which case I'll see you whenever you decide to come back.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
..yeah..
......about that...
I suppose this calls for another round of apologies to myself. This was supposed to be a weekend of getting things done. Instead my room is like communist Russia, my blog presumably late and I feel worse than ever. This was, however, partially unavoidable because I've been ridiculously sick all weekend. I won't make excuses, though. I'm perfectly aware that I most likely wasn't going to do it anyway.
I also need to apologize to you, my loyal followers. I've made a liar of myself. It shall not happen again. I hereby promise that by Thursday my room will be clean. This is for real. This time I mean it (catch the quote?)
Also, I promise to blog again that very same day relaying the details of my adventure.
Welp, see you all tomorrow. Unless any of you won't be in class tomorrow; in which case I'll see you whenever you decide to come back.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Number 6: SELFISH!!!
I feel the need to apologize to little ole me this week. I've been slacking; majorly.
My room is a disaster.
I haven't been taking my vitamins.
My homework is half done.
My nail polish is chipping.
In other words, I'm a mess. I'm sorry, self. It's not that I don't love you. I've just been a little busy, that's all. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you've been kind of obsessed with your boyfriend lately. It's getting kind of annoying. So don't criticize me for being too busy when you haven't exactly been here for me either.
I suddenly feel the urge to apologize for being a schizophrenic freak.
Apologizing is only the first step to making something better. Next, one must correct the mistake. I will start taking better care of myself from now on. No more procrastination of my application to ISU. No more laziness. Less TV. Sound good? I think so.
Starting tomorrow, I will once again be the new old me; if that makes sense. I say starting tomorrow because I haven't done my math homework yet and I'm tired.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
My room is a disaster.
I haven't been taking my vitamins.
My homework is half done.
My nail polish is chipping.
In other words, I'm a mess. I'm sorry, self. It's not that I don't love you. I've just been a little busy, that's all. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you've been kind of obsessed with your boyfriend lately. It's getting kind of annoying. So don't criticize me for being too busy when you haven't exactly been here for me either.
I suddenly feel the urge to apologize for being a schizophrenic freak.
Apologizing is only the first step to making something better. Next, one must correct the mistake. I will start taking better care of myself from now on. No more procrastination of my application to ISU. No more laziness. Less TV. Sound good? I think so.
Starting tomorrow, I will once again be the new old me; if that makes sense. I say starting tomorrow because I haven't done my math homework yet and I'm tired.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Number 5: Apologization (whether necessary or not)
I'm getting really sick of how often I apologize. It may be hard for some of you to believe, but I actually do it a lot. What really bothers me about it is that normally when I apologize, the thing I'm apologizing for isn't my fault. I'm more likely to say sorry in a situation like this than in one where an apology is actually called for. This is not because I don't understand that I've done something wrong. I just don't like to do what is obvious.
I'm sorry for saying sorry so much. If you don't like it, then you should probably not be reading this blog.
There are some people in my life that detriment from being associated with me but don't seem to care. They don't mind giving up something to help me. It's really nice of them, but sometimes they really just need to stop. I'm not big on accepting things from others. It kind of makes me feel crappy. So I apologize a lot because it bothers me.
More on the nature of my apologizing habits next week.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
I'm sorry for saying sorry so much. If you don't like it, then you should probably not be reading this blog.
There are some people in my life that detriment from being associated with me but don't seem to care. They don't mind giving up something to help me. It's really nice of them, but sometimes they really just need to stop. I'm not big on accepting things from others. It kind of makes me feel crappy. So I apologize a lot because it bothers me.
More on the nature of my apologizing habits next week.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Number 4: Tyler V-zation
In the past, I have been pretty harsh towards some people. I'm not saying that that will change (hate to break it to you Tyler V.) but things have been different for me. I've been different and I will continue to be even more different. However, I feel that I owe somewhat of an apology to the one and only Tyler Thomas VanOstrand for the years of pain and suffering I've put him through.
Firstly, I'm sorry for this post which will list some of the more horrible things I've done to you. I apologize for making you relive all of these terrible experiences.
I'm sorry for telling you that you looked like a hobo the other day. However, I think it was a pretty fair thing to say given that your shirt was three sizes too big, your shorts mid calf and ragged and your shoes muddy.
I'm sorry for throwing those flash cards all over the floor in Spanish class last year and then yelling that you had to pick them up. You shouldn't have messed them up when I was trying to organize them.
I'm sorry for punching you all the time in that PE that we had together (I can't remember what year that was). I remember hitting you all the time and then one day you came to school with a huge bruise on your leg from lord knows what. Then we decided that all of your injuries combined into that one bruise. Good times, goooood times.
I'm sorry for being so nosy sometimes. (BTW, this is probably going to be the only serious apology). Your business is your business. Do what you want, kid. Remember I'm always here if you ever need someone and Kayleah is too busy getting beat up by her girlfriend.
Lastly, I'd like to apologize for making fun of how large your lips are and the expression you make sometimes. Right now I'm looking at you and you have that look on your face. I'm staring at you and mocking it. It's extremely funny. I just showed it to Kayleah and she laughed. You haven't noticed yet.
So sorry. So very, very sorry.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Firstly, I'm sorry for this post which will list some of the more horrible things I've done to you. I apologize for making you relive all of these terrible experiences.
I'm sorry for telling you that you looked like a hobo the other day. However, I think it was a pretty fair thing to say given that your shirt was three sizes too big, your shorts mid calf and ragged and your shoes muddy.
I'm sorry for throwing those flash cards all over the floor in Spanish class last year and then yelling that you had to pick them up. You shouldn't have messed them up when I was trying to organize them.
I'm sorry for punching you all the time in that PE that we had together (I can't remember what year that was). I remember hitting you all the time and then one day you came to school with a huge bruise on your leg from lord knows what. Then we decided that all of your injuries combined into that one bruise. Good times, goooood times.
I'm sorry for being so nosy sometimes. (BTW, this is probably going to be the only serious apology). Your business is your business. Do what you want, kid. Remember I'm always here if you ever need someone and Kayleah is too busy getting beat up by her girlfriend.
Lastly, I'd like to apologize for making fun of how large your lips are and the expression you make sometimes. Right now I'm looking at you and you have that look on your face. I'm staring at you and mocking it. It's extremely funny. I just showed it to Kayleah and she laughed. You haven't noticed yet.
So sorry. So very, very sorry.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Number 3: Realization
I'm real sorry for this ridiculousness. This was just written about 4 minutes ago in about as much time. Don't ask me what this means because I don't know. I'm not sad. I feel... awake; aware of my emotions, goals and weaknesses. Okay, now just read it and I'll apologize more after.
I Taste Smoke.
The distance is unbearable
My feelings still detachable
Commitment’s just not my thing anymore
But I still wanted something
Something not quite real
Something more
As always
My life is just a ticking clock
With every step I take I hear it
Nothing really seems to matter
Except what never did before
And I’m everywhere
But soon I’ll be nowhere
At least to you
So I’m slipping
And twisting
And falling in between these cracks
The ones I thought didn’t exist in me
What was solid is now evaporating
And turning into something less than nothing
Something barely visible
Smoke
And I can taste it.
But maybe it’s all in my head
My mind is trying to warn me
With my eyes and ears closed
And my feeling occupied
The message is sent to my mouth
Which interprets its source as foreign
But it’s internal
again
Sincere apologies for the lack of punctuation/editing. All in good time, my dear friends.
Sorry for all of that mess up there. Thanks for listening.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
I Taste Smoke.
The distance is unbearable
My feelings still detachable
Commitment’s just not my thing anymore
But I still wanted something
Something not quite real
Something more
As always
My life is just a ticking clock
With every step I take I hear it
Nothing really seems to matter
Except what never did before
And I’m everywhere
But soon I’ll be nowhere
At least to you
So I’m slipping
And twisting
And falling in between these cracks
The ones I thought didn’t exist in me
What was solid is now evaporating
And turning into something less than nothing
Something barely visible
Smoke
And I can taste it.
But maybe it’s all in my head
My mind is trying to warn me
With my eyes and ears closed
And my feeling occupied
The message is sent to my mouth
Which interprets its source as foreign
But it’s internal
again
Sincere apologies for the lack of punctuation/editing. All in good time, my dear friends.
Sorry for all of that mess up there. Thanks for listening.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Number 2: Creation
I'm sorry for my teaser of a blog last week. I know you're all begging for more, so here goes nothing.
I'd like to apologize to my friends for never, ever having any ideas on what to do. To be fair, though, they never have any either. I've been brainstorming and I've come up with a few, shall I say, creative ideas:
1) Secret Charades- Try to get random people to guess what you are without using words. This means you can't actually tell them that they're playing charades, hence the word secret.
2) Séance- A classic. All you need is an undefined number of candles. You don't actually have to know what you're doing; you just have to have an imagination. I always find it the most fun if you're friends think you're completely serious and know what you're doing.
3) Techno Dance Party- I've suggested this numerous times to my friends, but they don't seem all too thrilled about it. It's really not hard at all; no dancing skills required. Techno dancing is all about crazy movement. It's all in the hands and face. The effect is enhanced with the addition of a strobe light.
Unfortunately, my friends are major lamefaces and would rather "watch movies" or "hang out" than do anything actually worthwhile. Sorry for wasting your time, guys, with all of my "dumb" ideas. Pssshhk.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Number 1: Introduction
Saying sorry is something I've never really been good at doing. I'm not one to admit when I'm wrong (unless you tell me I can't, then I'll spend countless minutes trying to explain to you that I admit I'm wrong all the time, simply to avoid being wrong).
I was wrong to assume that writing this would be easy. I'm sorry, Ms. Fultz, for waiting until the last minute to write this.
The concept of this blog is simple; once a week I will get all of the apologizing out of my system, that way I can start another week of tormenting with a clear conscience.
Some of these posts will be genuine. I will try my best to make the majority of them this way. However, I have a feeling that more often than I plan, they will be horribly sarcastic. It's not exactly easy for me to be serious about myself to a large number of people. Hopefully, as time progresses, I will gain that ability.
Until then, please bare with me as I rant and rave about myself, my school and, mostly, Tyler V.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
I was wrong to assume that writing this would be easy. I'm sorry, Ms. Fultz, for waiting until the last minute to write this.
The concept of this blog is simple; once a week I will get all of the apologizing out of my system, that way I can start another week of tormenting with a clear conscience.
Some of these posts will be genuine. I will try my best to make the majority of them this way. However, I have a feeling that more often than I plan, they will be horribly sarcastic. It's not exactly easy for me to be serious about myself to a large number of people. Hopefully, as time progresses, I will gain that ability.
Until then, please bare with me as I rant and rave about myself, my school and, mostly, Tyler V.
My apologies,
Kirstyn B. Showalter
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