So today was a relatively good day, my dear blogger franns. ;P We have to memorize some weird monologue in my Theatre 1 class. I do love that class though. We had to do some game where we had to have a conversation with someone, but we could only yell. and...some kid and me really got into it because we were talking about how our football team (my schools...I do NOT play football. PAHAHA) lost the first game and It was:
guy:SO WE LOST THE GAME FRIDAY!
Me:YEAH THAT REALLY SUCKS!!
guy:YEAH WE LOST CUZ YOU WERE THERE!
Me: YES I WAS!
guy:YEAH!
Me: SO WE LOST CUZ I WAS THERE?!
Guy: YEAH CUZ YOU MADE US LOSE!
Me: THAT'S SO RUDE! I DON'T LIKE YOU!
Guy: I DON'T LIKE YOU EITHER!
Me: I DON'T LIKE YOU GO JUMP DOWN A WELL!

Teacher: okay!! I think we're done! You guys can sit down now!

PAHA!! Awesomeness. :P I love acting. funfun:) I'm a little overdramatic with some things..but yeah. and then she started makin' funna how Troy and Gabriella didn't act like the real troy and gabriella in hsm (our school play that I was Gabriella in) and apparently our acting wasn't believable. I don't think she realized that I played Gabriella...That's just insulting.
I didn't say anything though...

So yeah. Apparently I have to ride a bus now..and I'm reallyyyy...MAD about it. I had to ride the bus last year, and at first I had friends, but they all moved, so after a while, I was completely alone, and because I was so vulnerable and lonely and shy...(yes, believe it or not, I can be SHY *gasp* I KNOW RIGHT?!) they thought it'd be funny to make fun of me. You know...music is a passion of mine..so sometimes I'd sit there and absentmindedly start singing..and then they started making fun of me..so I'd sit there and try not to cry while I stared at my phone..which most of the time made me sick because I can't read things in moving vehicles. and I don't have an ipod or an mp3 player..or anything so..yeah I was pretty much screwed. and so this year, I Wasn't going to have to, cuz apparently I live too close to be bussed, so my dad tried to find a car and I was all happy cuz i didn't have to get made fun of anymore and i got to see my friends in the morning and it was all happy peachy keen. Guess what? My...(I'm just not gonna write the words that I want to write right now...) parents decided that it'd be so much easier if they'd call the school and make me ride a bus. I even told them how much the bus tortured me..and I'll have sit on that big yellow torture chamber for an HOUR. All. Alone. and so yeah...I guess that's what I get. URG. I get so tired of it. I don't know why I let people just walk all over me. I know I shouldn't..but when people hurt me I just...don't know what to do. Unless I like...know them. Like if they're a friend of something. Then I can tell them off. but..if its like some stranger that I don't really know...I just LET them...and I'm so stupid for doing it but...I just got used to it I guess. When I was little people always used to make fun of me and honestly I didn't really realize that they were making fun of me and trying to hurt my feelings. I thought they were laughing with me. but now I look back and turn beat red cuz I'm so embarrassed...which is one of the many reasons I am very glad I changed schools. I love my life now. A whole lot better than at private school...with the ugly plaid skirts and the button up shirts...where they gave you detention if you didn't have your shirt tucked in and at least two buttons all the way up...and your skirt had to be knee length. Ugh. and those things were..so..hideos. and then..from kindergarten to 4th grade..I had to wear a JUMPER to school. Do you know what that is? This weird little dress thing...that looks so messed up. But I had to wear them. and..urg. I'm so glad I'm where I am now. It makes it a whole lot easier on the whole high school thing. I hope high school is a breeze like parents make it seem. at least my parents. A lotta...older..people do. RAHH.
So yeah. I have show choir tonight. 7 to 8. We have no music. so...we're gonna exercise. And...it's not a good time of the month for me to be exercising right now...O.o URGITFLABBINSHOOT! I dunno what that was. My expressing my exhaustion and wish for music...

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE BACKYARDIGANS?!
They're fun.
"Now it's time for us to have a snack, meet you next time wheeeeennn...weee''re....baaaack (With your friends the backyaaaardigans!!!)" I LOVE IT!
My 4 year old brother sings along to one of the songs and it's hilarious.
"What do you do with a scurvy pirate, what do you do with a scurvy pirate, what do you do with a scurvy pirate, make him walk the plank." and he does the funny pirate thing with his arm..SO cute. I love little kids...but they make me wanna tear my hair out sometimes. Especially my siblings. but ya gotta love em'. But GOSH! My 10 year old sister...ahhh. She wants to be 'just like Kiera'. and she'll follow my friends and me around and make me SO MAD. and then...she'll always ask to borrow my clothes...idk how they fit her cuz I'm way bigger than her but..O.o and then...she always asks me awkward question like 'what does disco stick mean, Kiera?" "How are babies made?" "What happens when the baby comes out of the mom's stomach?" "I heard we have eggs in our stomachs. Is that true?"
Wow.
But I guess that's what I get for being the oldest. I guess I do get advantages like new clothes insteadda hand-me-downs. WAIT. I still get hand-me-downs. from my MANY. MANY older cousins.  But...I do get a cell phone first..and...yeah. But I guess that could be a disadvantage. I don't got an older sister who's been through all of it to ask what it's like and what I should do. I got my mom...but you know. It's different when it's mom. Idk how to explain that. but it is...ya know?
So yeah.
I've said that like..what? 4 times in the one blog? Imma dork^.^ paha..orc dork...imma not even explain that. That's just...the first thing that popped into my mind...and that's kinda what I do here. Type random things that pop into my head.
Like in English today our teacher told us before Walt Disney made fairytales happy, they were messed up and gory. and she wants us to watch a version of Cinderella, where when the shoe doesn't fit the step-sister, she cuts her foot in half so it fits. O.o WHO. DOES. THAT? But me and my friend are gonna watch it this weekend. See if it's on netflix. : P hahaha...eew. Gross. Oh no. I gotta go do homework! CRAP! I forgot!
BYE!!

-Kiera

Thank you:) and ripped pants.

So finally..everything is back to normal. I hope it's not just some temporary thing. Cuz I am very...relieved...phew. :) My life isn't truly that interesting, but I'm probably one of the most dramatic people you could ever meet. Which is why I enjoy the theatre. OH and I realized something. I wrote in a past blog that I'd choose theatre over music? THAT WAS A TYPO! I kinda read that and FREAKED OUT. I would most DEFINITELY choose music. Singing is definitely more of a strong point for me than acting...I like to run around my house dancing and singing. Like...it's stupid, but when I'm home alone, I'll run around my house singing songs from musicals and dancing around the living room and jumping on the couches and performing for the invisible people that watch me in my house. hahahaha:P yeahh...Imma dork. Although I haven't done that in a while. I haven't been home alone in a while...
So I'd like to show you a picture.
But you must promise not to laugh.
paha...who am I kidding?
You'll prolly laugh.

AHAHA!! Don't I look like a tard?! AHAHA!! this picture is from fear factor...and I painted my whole face purple..and they went to take a picture of me, and my friend Al walked up behind me and I didn't even notice she was there. aha!! So I was the brave one with my WHOLE FACE plastered in purple..and she had three lines on her face. CHICKEN! ^.^ It was a lotta fun though.
MY PANTS ARE RIPPED!
That sounds strange.
Well you see, I have these pajama pants (did you know in Europe they  spell it pyjama?) and they're kinda old. But I wear them cuz they're comfy...and they're way too long for me so the legs of them..are like..literally ripped to shred. the bottom of one of them is..it's pretty funny.and then theres a big hole in the knee. I look like a hooser. lol. ^.^ OH WELL!
So I guess that's really all for now...see ya:)

-Kiera

So much for my happy ending.

So things are screwed up.
You know when you think everything's perfect and your so happy and you think everything's always gonna be that way? Yeah. You might not...I guess a lotta people get that feeling, but some don't. Anyways. Yeah. I had that feeling. But not anymore. Everything's going down hill. I've cried myself to sleep the past week, and came to school looking like crap.Because things aren't perfect anymore. Which upsets me a lot...gosh I was so pathetic. Last night..I was so pathetic. I sat on my bed crying..and hugging a stuffed pig. and staring at a picture. Which only made me cry even more. I guess I'm not as lucky as I thought I was. And things can't be perfect forever, can they? People change. They turn into...something they weren't. Something you never thought they'd be. and it hurts. Because they change on you and they don't even give a shit about you anymore. Like...honestly. I don't even matter anymore. I wrote a song the other night...It sounds completely pathetic and depressing but I did. Called 'buried in the snow'. So yeah.
But...I've got an idea...maybe things'll change. But Imma try. and I'm not gonna put this idea on the internet...

-Kiera

Show Choir and...Fear Factor.

Hello my fellow bloggers! Or..readers...or..really I'm just talking to myself. Alrighty so...yeahh. I just got up about a..half an hour ago and it's a monday. We all know how mondays are. I honestly do NOT wanna go to school. and the fact that I have to face gym first hour today? Not something I'm looking forward too. Although I am looking forward to 2nd hour...and 5th hour-Choir and Show choir-.^ (had to end that with a little face. It just fit! Anyways, yeahh...and then..from 7:00 to 9:30, I have show choir practice. So yeah...I believe that is...almost 4 hours of show choir in one day...and we don't even have moves yet. O.O It's not even funny how scared I am about show choir. I'm good with the singing part. The dancing? Imma crash. and burn. CRASH. AND. BURN!!
Imma need like 24/7 dancing tutors cuz I can't dance to save my LIFE. We'll just see how it goes...If I practice hard enough I'll get it.
So yup. Show choir is very stressful. and anyone who says its not a sport needs to go WATCH us. and then tell us it isn't a sport. Because show choir takes a LOT of hard work. Especially if your a freshman and you have no idea what your doing because last year you were in Tonali-T and that was your first year, and everyone is way more experienced than you, but somehow you made Varsity show choir. Again. O.O.
So I am waiting for my dad to get out of the shower so I can go get ready...brush my hair...straighten it if needed (which it probably will be cuz I didn't blow dry it last night) brush my teeth, and then...cover up this annoying pimple on my chin. :P that's kinda stupid to put it on my public blog, but who cares. No one reads it! and if anyone is secretly reading this..? Um...I'm sorry.
So last night. The fear factor thing. We had to do this relay race thing. and the first thing you had to do was put on a freezing cold, wet, muddy sweatshirt. And then..you had to put a gigantic HISSING COCKROACH in that sweatshirt, and carry it around this checkpoint, and come back and put it  back. THEN you had to go and spin around 5 times with your head on a bat, which I only did 3 times, fell down, and then they told me to go 2 more and i did. and THEN you crawl through some REALLY MUDDY tunnel thing, which is why my shower was BLACK with mud last night. Then you run around cones and you put an octopus or a small squid on your head. I chose the octopus. yeah...and I think it looked like I was gonna puke so he put it on there for me, and now there's a picture with an octopus on my head. I prolly look totally traumatized. cuz I WAS. and then you gotta stick your arm in some slime and fish for fake body parts (Which I was told were real, so I kinda freaked out) and then you run around cones with a worm in your hand, or for a short cut, you can hold it in your MOUTH. Which i did NOT do. and then...you gotta go drink a mystery drink or mystery food. I drank..which I am GLAD bcuz the drink was just tomato juice, and the food...was congratulated pork blood. O. o EEW. Yeahh. But I literally can still taste tomato juice in my mouth.. AHH!! alright so..time to get ready. Seeeeyuuuhhh:)

Who am I to be missed...?

So it was perfectly fine for one day and now everything's screwed up again.
Why does everything have to be so confusing...? So confusing that I wanna CURL UP INTO A LITTLE BALL AND CRYYYYY. Until. I. Die.
Truthfully, I actually wouldn't mind dying right now. Maybe...people would miss me if I died. but then again...maybe they wouldn't. No, I'm not going to commit suicide. I'm definitely not the type. And...suicide equal hell.
AH! So my friend tells me..to give a certain someone some space because I'm being too clingy and if I give said person space they will miss me and want me back. But the thing is...what if I give said person space and they LIKE me not being..clingy..or...around them as often? and then I'm completely ruined because said person doesn't give a funion if I go and kill myself because life would be better that way...? With me gone? It hurts. I'm hurt. and I'm writing to this blog because its hurts to write all this down (physically...HAND CRAMPS!!) and its much easier to write it on a blog where no one really reads it. I bet people who've red it before got sick of my rantings and stopped reading it anyways. So I'm just talking to myself. GAH.
I just wish everything would go back to the way it was...a month ago. I don't feel loved anymore. Not even my friends seem to love me. A few of em' maybe but...there's no one who cares enough to call me and ask what's wrong and really care. and not just...do it because they think it's nice. But because they really are worried about me and really don't like to see me hurting. It doesn't really seem like there's anyone that realizes that my life isn't perfect. I make mistakes. Stupid ones. and people get mad at me because, yes, I can be a jerk. and people yell at me and step all over me and I just let them because I can't stand up for myself because I'm scared of everything and I don't wanna argue with people cuz I don't like when people are mad at me and I don't like feeling like I've done something wrong and that something is all my fault so I just let people walk all over me and I'm sick and tired of it! I know I've said this before...but I am. I'm not just some innocent little girl who never gets hurt, and whose life is just PEACHY KEEN. I'm NOT! My life SUCKS sometimes. I'm CONSTANTLY worrying about one thing or another or MULTIPLE things and I've never been so scared in my life and I just wish someone would tell me that everything's gonna be okay and that  they'll be there for me, even if everything is totally crappy. I wish someone would say they miss me and mean it.
But who am I to be missed?

My Flutey Regrets. OH! and...wittle me stories:)

Ahh...I don't really know why I've decided to write a blog tonight but more power to me, I guess. :) I'm really tired now that I think about it. *yawn*...
Yeah so...I'm pretty dang happy:) Life is good. I freak out over really small things. I'm just...a crazy..psycho bitch...shh. I didn't just write a bad word on the internet...>.<
I am though. Sometimes. Most of the time. Haha! :P I'm paranoid..and I'm kinda..way..overdramatic. What can I say? I'm an actress! Aha!! :P I do love acting though. But if I had to pick between theatre and music, I would most definitely pick theatre. Good thing I don't have to do that this year:) I really wish I was in band though. All my friends, and my boyfriend are in band, and it makes me feel quite left out. Dang. I shouldn't of given up on that flute. I would've loved playing that thing(I did, when my mom helped me!) if the teacher hadn't been so mean and helpless! I would ask him for help because I'd never played an instrument before and he's just tell me to read the book and figure it out myself. and I was so stressed with school (this was in 5th grade, so I was going to private school..private school is so freakin hard. They give you at LEAST a pound of homework every night. I'm not joking either. In math class, our homework had at LEAST 70 problems each night. and no I am NOT exaggerating. so yes, I was stressed and sometimes I'd be so stressed about my stupid math homework that I was just stare at the page until it all went blurry and I burst into tears. I SUCKKKKK at math.) so yeah, I was stressed with school and trying to teach myself how to play the flute along with practicing the guitar like my dad wanted (and I wanted) and trying to teach myself to play the piano, things weren't easy. So I gave up. I quit band. Now I wish I wudda just toughed it. If I wudda known how fun band seems to everyone else, I wudda kept up with the thing! Now its all lonely and dusty in my parents closet in the little case it sits in...with its three rusty little flute parts and its metal stick that you attach a velvet cloth thingy to and stick it inside the flute and clean it out...and the cute little blue velvet inside...dang. I wanna teach myself now. Too late. I would NEVER catch up with people in time to be in band next year, and I don't even think they'd let me be in band..plus..I have to take a foreign language if I wanna graduate with enough credits to get into my dream college. I do need a LOT of fine arts credits though to even consider that..but Imma clear my head of all those thoughts. I know the future isn't that far away, but I'm a freshman..Imma chill for a while.
So yeah. That's how my career with the flute ended. But I kinda play the guitar and piano now...I didn't keep up with them like I wanted, but I'm a lot better than I was 4 years ago..ohmy! 5th grade was FOUR years ago! My little sister is in 5th grade now! and my brother..is in 3rd..and my other brother will be going into Kindergarten next year. That's sad:( My mom's gonna feel old and have no one at the house during that days. Paha. Lucky her. Peace and quiet! :P No matter who you are, (whoever's reading this) if you have met me in person, be to my house or not...you would NEVER believe the amount of chaos that happens at my house. If you've witnessed it...there's more than you think. Just..wow. One time my dad punched a whole through the drywall...and then he started crying...that was a sad day. But Imma not talk about that. But yeah. and...one time Max took the cap from some real German beer magnet my Nana and Papa got for my dad when the took me to Germany, and he took the top of it and scratched my mom a picture in our stainless steel refridgerator. And then he didn't know what he did when my mom freaked out and yelled at him. Poor Max. :P
My Nana says I was the cutest baby she's ever seen. She said that when she took me out in public, like to walmart, literally everyone would stop and comment on how cute I was, or how pretty my eyes were. Cuz I have BIG eyes. They're not so big now, cuz my face...stretched out and stuff...but when I was little they were MASSIVE. The puppy dog eyes thing ALWAYS worked. I remember. I also remember the time that I was 5 years old and I dropped my 'night-night' which I pronounce 'nigh-night.' and I ALSO still have one. Yes, I know I'm pathetic because I'm 14 and still use a blanket. but I can't sleep without it! O.o ANYWAYS. I was on my grandparents boat and I accidentally dropped my nigh-night over the railing and it when bye-bye. and they got me to stop hysterically crying by telling me that Ariel needed my nigh-night and she found it and was taking good care of it. Then they bought me a new one.
Yes, I sound like a spoiled little kid. I was kinda...until my mom had my sister. Then I was forgotten. Yeah..but I'm glad for my siblings. Sure, they ruined my life, but I couldn't live without 'em. I love em:) Yeahh. It sucks being the oldest. I'm always the only one who doesn't laugh when they all scream immature words like 'poop' and 'butt'. It irks the crap outta me!!! and then...I'm also the family babysitter. So maybe one night I'll make plans with friends, and alla sudden my parents wanna go out and so I gotta cancel cuz I'm the only babysitter they don't have to pay. Ahh. Babysitting kills me. Jeeeeeez. I get massive headaches and fall on the ground and wanna burst into tears but I got kids pullin' at my shirt tail screaming "IM HUNGRY!" "CAN WE GO PLAY" "CAN YOU PUT ON MY PRETTIES?!" AHHHH!!!!
My. Oh. My.
So yeah.
Oooh. I think it's funny that my dad told me he wanted to kill me when I was a baby. He said he wanted to throw me...at a wall..or punch me...or somethin' like that. Because everytime he fed me peas...I would spit them at his face. I don't know why he kept feeding me peas, because to this day, I STILL hate peas. No matter how many times you feed me the dang peas, it is NOT going to change my opinion of them! I may have looked innocent...(psh. still do of course. :PP) but...psh. Nope. That's not me. Never was. ^.^ Okay so I am somewhat innocent. I don't go around smoking pot and doing drugs and stuff like some people. I'm a decent person. Although I'm really stupid. I get straight A's and stuff but I'm really stupid. I have no common sense and I'm afraid of like...everything. O.o But...whatever. Yeah so..enough stories about the olden days. Imma go eat a cookies.
I'm such a fattie.

-KiERA

What do you say?

Don't know much about your life
Don't you know much about world
Don't wanna be alone tonight
on this planet they call earth

You don't know about my past and
I don't have a future figured out
and maybe this is goin' too fast.
and maybe its not meant to last...

but what do you say to taking chances?
what do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
Never knowing
if theres solid ground below
or hand to hold
or hell to pay
What do you say?
What do you say?!

I just wanna start again
Maybe you could show me how to try
Maybe you could take me in
Somewhere underneath your skin!

what do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
or hand to hold
or hell to pay
What do you say?
What do you say?!

And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.

So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?


So...I've been listening to this song for like...a while now. Like at least more than 5 times. Which means...at least 6 times but whatever. It just..completely relates to my life right now. Except for some parts. Really. What do you say?
When a girl can't put words to her feelings...she finds a song. That's what I did.
Really.
What do you say.?


I REALLY wish my microphone would work so I could sing this and put it on youtube.

-Kiera

Forget me?

Have you ever been completely paranoid of some specific person (or group of people) is just gonna forget you one day, and your gonna be a lonely loner? I wonder what it'd be like to be invisible for a day. Well...I know what it feels like to be invisible, and it's not a good feeling..:/ but yeahh. So, I've been...deeply thinking. (I do that a lot, can ya tell?) and I realize that one of my biggest fears (I'm sorry I get afraid a lot. But I know I'm not the only one with many fears. Everyone has more than one fear. It's only natural.) is being forgotten. I like being noticed...I guess I just like for people to know I'm there, and to make note of it...? I wanna feel important. I honestly...don't. But ya know...whatever.
So. I'm sitting at my dear friend Madi's house. We're just hangin' out, cuz her mom picks me up from school, and usually she brings me home, but today we wanted to hang. So yeah. She keeps yelling at me for stealing her title. She came up with the name life in a fishbowl, so Imma give her credit for the title of my blog. I made up what it means so. So HA.
Today was a good day...well...until the end of the day, which has just been...kinda crappy...but anyways.So yeahh. I'm just a little ball of depressing today. Well...not until earlier but..yeah. We had our very first show choir practice/class today and it was AWESOME. We sang a lot, (of course) and the chords are absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I was like...gonna cry. They were so pretty. It was perfectly on pitch and everything.Beautimous. and then we talked and got into parts and listened to our songs. Our theme is 'California' and...Paradiseness. We sang our ballad (if you don't know what that is, its the slow song of a show choir show) which is Hotel California. By the Eagles. WOO. We might be singing Dynamite and I like it or a mixture of the two, which are current songs, as our closer...and I'm psyched about that. :) I just love singing. TEEHEE!! even though I realize how sucky i am compared to all the other people in Express. JEeeezums. And I CAN'T DANCE. What am I gonna DO?! I guess I'll try my best. No..I don't guess. I WILL try my best. AH! So yeah. 

Imma Freshman!! :)

So today was my very first day of school. As I wrote that I sat up in some weird posture with my chest out. Odd. I am PROUD to be a freshman! :P
As I was saying. My first day of high school went great I do have to say...most of my teachers are very nice. Except for my theater teacher who is just...umm...she's kinda mean. But I hope she likes me. I love theater. :) Choir would have to be my favorite. aha. There's only four freshman in our show choir, so...we just sat there all class without a teacher in the cafeteria and talked about how my friend Kimmie can't pronounce Massachusetts. She pronounces it...Massa-two-shits. AHAHA!! It was pretty much the funniest thing in the world. I still think its unfair that I have no classes with my boyfriend. Can't the people at the school read minds and keep us together or something? Oh well...I'm hoping I'll see him in the morning all the time...I'll be there super early every morning so...yeah. I hope. Cuz..Imma just miss him too much and have a sucky year no matter if everything else is going smoothly or not. So...yeah. Other than thaaat...today was grreat! I'm super excited for..real..classes. All our classes today were just...instructional and BO-RING. So yeah...although...Algebra..I'm a little scared about. O.o
Tomorrow is also picture day. So I suppose it won't be a normal day. But whatever. Imma look purty...hopefully. Psh. Who am I kidding. Apparently today I looked like a cowgirl...:s dang. Oh well. I thought it was cute! Some other people did too...I do kinda look like a cowgirl..whatever. Imma dress like I wanna dress. I feel bold and confident and IMMA WEAR CLOTHES THAT MAKES ME FEEL BOLD AND CONFIDENT AND PURTY!
ohkay. Sorry bout that. A little ranting.
It's all better.
I swear.
So...yeah. I don't really have much to say. OOH! Picture! I think I've forgotten to put a picture up lately...:( I'm sorry...
Psh, no one wants to see my face anyways...

Forget that. My webcam isn't working. AHHH. Imma hurt myself now.

-Kiera

B-BANGS!

Chello my dearies! :P I'm in a pretty rockin' mood today. Woah. That sounded hippie-like. Lemme rephrase that. I'm havin' a pretty wicked awesome day today! (there, that sounded much more like me...) I had a friend over...last night..and we tried to watch the meteor shower, but it was cloudy and started storming, so we had to run inside. We talked for like two hours straight. Probably longer actually. It was deep. :P and then today, after she left, we went SHOPPINGG!! Usually shopping kinda bugs me. 'This shirt's too small! This one makes me look fat! My butt looks too saggy in these jeans! I look so chunky!' Yeah, and stuff like that. Yeah, there was many of those comments...but I got some pretty awesome clothes. I planned what I'm wearing for the first day and everything. Paha. I'm such a dork. I'm thinkin' my theme for the year is..kinda...cowgirl-ish. aha! But it's cute. No worries. I'm not going to school in over-alls and pig tail braids. (altho I have nothing against pigtail braids...) We also got our school supplies. WOO! Finally. 3 days before school starts. Quite late...but whatever. I'm all set! Then my mom and I had an adventure trying to find a hair salon that was still open and didn't need appointments! We drove all around town until we found some place that my mom wasn't even sure if they gave haircuts...turns out they did, and I flipped out when the lady asked me if I wanted a drink. Thinkin' 'They don't usually offer you drinks at Great Clips!' AHA! So she gave me a coke! and I sat there...drinking coke..and texting...while the lady cut my hair. And ooh...when the people shampoo your hair at a salon, it tickles your scalp. Aha! No, I don't get out much.
So..now my hairs a little shorter, I've got layers and B-BANGS! which is why the title of this blog is...B-BANGS!

:) Here is a picture of my B-BANGS!

I look gay. My webcam doesn't take good pictures, but at least you can see the hair?
So yep. Thaaat's my day. Then we got home and my sister and I happily modeled all of our new clothing for our parents. :P YAYNESS!!
So yeahh.
More later:)
Maybe...
^.^

-Kiera

Pictures of you, Picture of ME!

So I realize that I keep forgetting to put a title for my blogs, so on the little side-bar thingy, if I don't put a title, it just...puts the first few words of my blog. So...if it's not very interesting, I think it'll just be called 'TITLE'!! Or if I just forget. So! I got my webcam working again. I have NO IDEA how, or what I did, but I just turned it on and BAM! Working!! ahh!! Angelic choirs!! :) So now, I will start my daily project of PICTURES!! YAY!! This won't exactly work when I'm on..Show Choir trips and stuff, so I have decided that I'm going to bring a camera with me if I am not home. There ya go. Crap. I need a camera. Any donations?! :P Totally joking.
So. Question of the day izzz...
(yes, I know I don't usually have a question of the day, but why not try it?)
Should I start a video blog...? It's a very possible thing. It'd be on youtube, and I could just post everyonce in a while, and post it on the blog as well. Hello VIDEO BLOG!! I was thinking of creating a jello eating competition. Cept it would be just me.
So my Challenge for you is...can you...eat jello..with a baby spoon...using only your ELBOWS?!

You will need:

-A baby spoon. (I prefer gerber. It's just SO SOFT!)
-Jello (Cherry is the best...cuz if you miss it stains your clothes. OH! CONSEQUENCES!!!)
-Your elbows
-your mouth

So yes, I guess you use more than just your elbows but what.ever. so...if you do this and you have a video camera, it'd be pretty dang cool if you recorded it and sent it to me! My contact info is below...somewhere in the blog...just look its easy. email it to me, post it on youtube and contact me...whatever is most convenient for you. If you don't have a video camera...just...tell me about it! :)
So that's pretty much all. Here's a fun picture for ya.

Yes, my camera SUUUXXX. But its somethin'. There ya go!
See ya:)

-Kiera

So I've honestly got nothing to do. There's...less than a week left of summer and I'm so. completely. bored. First day of High School is in...umm...5 days? Yeah. I'm nervous...but I'm excited. And we still haven't gotten school supplies yet. Pretty retarded if I do say so myself.
So I've decided this blog needs a little spice. So everyday, I'm going to post a picture of myself. and see if I can do it. Every. Day. Until I get bored of it. Haha! It's a challenge! And it'll make a cool slideshow when I'm done! but Imma tell myself that I can't make myself look good when I take the picture, I just take it. So I have a webcam, and I tried to take a picture a few seconds ago and I have no idea why, but it's NOT. WORKING. O.o I know. It's horrible...:( I think my sister screwed something up. >:(
Siblings. Grr. So...Imma ask my dad when he gets home, and hope that it works. If not...dang.
So yeah. I'm kinda mad at my lame tech skills right now.
Grr. Mom's making me get off. AAAH.

-Kiera

Anything and Everything is ours.

Have you ever felt one minute, your the winner of some fantabulous prize, and your ready to show it off to world, and then all of a sudden, someone takes it away from you. They need to polish it for a week or two, but it'll be back. So you've won, but now your losing everything you once had. Which isn't really a good feeling. I dunno where the heck my life is going, but I know I believe in fate. And if fate wants to send me on some wild ride...so be it. For now, though, I'm pretty happy. I'm blessed to have what I have. Yeah, I'm afraid of losing it. More of afraid than I've ever been. But I guess that's part of life too. To really appreciate what you have, one moment of thinking your going to lose it, scaring you to death, makes you love it all the more. Whether it be a person...or a blanket or...maybe an emotion. Sometimes there's gonna be bumps on the road. Sometimes you're gonna feel completely alone. Believe me. One of the worst feelings in the world is laying in bed awake, alone, feeling like the darkness is gonna eat you alive and just crying because you can. Because you've got nothing better to do. Because you're scared. But it's only natural for one to be scared. It's God-Given emotion. Everything happens for a reason. God didn't send you this perfect guy for no reason. He didn't give you a great family, or maybe a bad one, for no reason. God knew exactly what you're doing right now...a million years from today. Everything is meant to be, and we can't change that. Let your life take its own path. But no, that doesn't mean sit around and wait for things to happen. You wanna go out on a date? You make it happen. You wanna change the world? Go for it! Truly, I believe that we can anything if we set our hearts to it. Man was made in the image of God. No, I'm not being sexist. I mean man by the whole human race. I am a woman afterall. Anyways...God can do anything, right? Anything. Just imagine all the possibilities you've been given! You can do anything! Do what makes you happy, even if sometimes people are telling are telling you not to. Follow your heart. Do whats right. Be confident in yourself! Telling yourself your ugly and fat and other mean words...that's kind of insulting God. God created you and believes with everything that you are beautiful in every way. In his eyes, you're perfect. You may be saying 'perfection is impossible' or 'nobody's perfect'. Hannah Montanna does have a point. But I don't think she looked deep enough. Perfect doesn't mean flawless. Of course, if you look up 'perfect' in the dictionary that'll probably be one of that adjectives. Perfect to me...is...something or someone that makes you happy. That...you know could hurt you, or maybe even has, but you trust them not to. Because you love them. And God loves everyone of us. Something that surprised me was...I was told that no matter how horrible your life was, you could've killed a million people, and been completely sorry for it, and gone to heaven. God is so..forgiving. If someone killed your entire family, would you forgive them? Most people wouldn't. But God does. There are some...crazy people in the world. Wierd, strange, different, unique, odd, perfect. God believe that...those killers even. In his eyes, they are perfect. They may have made insane mistakes, but they are his, and he loves them.
And that is something we all should keep in mind. When you make a mistake, be sorry. But don't just 'say' your sorry. Be SORRY. Really. Really sorry. I know sometimes you wanna just..run away from it all. Be alone for a little bit. That's okay. In that alone time you got...PRAY.
It's okay to cry, to get angry, to be so happy that you could just...keel over and be happy because you've lived a good life. It's okay. When life is full of darkness, just remember...God is always there. And if you need a friend, God is the best one. It may not seem like he's talking back, but he really is. I may sound crazy when I say this but...I've had a few...experiences.
It was a few months ago and I was sleeping on my top bunk, and praying. And it was one of those nights where I just talked and talked and talked for like an hour...just about everything. And then I thought..is he really listening? Why am I important? I've got a good life...why should he listen to me? and then I just...asked him. for something..anything. To show me that he was listening. That he was there...
and I looked up at my ceiling...and there was a reflection of the bible. On my ceiling. I didn't even have a bible in the room. But it wasn't...scary. It was probably one of the happiest moments of my life.
And then, last month. I went to a church conference called 'Stuebenville.' It was life changing. If you've heard of it, or even haven't. I really, really insist that you go. It was amazing. Even if your not Catholic. It was spectacular. I came home wanting to teach everyone of my siblings about God. They had Adoration. If you don't know what that is, its when Priest brings in a really...fancy cross (I'm not very good at explaining this). Its gold and just beautiful. The priest puts the Eucarist inside of it. It's called the Monstrance. Well anyways, he brings it in and this whole time we're singing songs and smiling and just...you get really close to people. You forget about everything you left back home and just...you really smile. Some people cried...I remember one of my best friends sat next to me and crying so hard...it kind of made me want to cry, you know? When someone's crying it kind of makes you want to cry too? I dunno...I really didn't though. I didn't have anything to cry about. Because my life is good...I'm close to God. I would say so. But there was so many moments that were just so powerful. Everyone there wasn't afraid to stand up in the middle of a crowd of 3,000 people and just lift their arms up to God. Praising him. (I'm almost crying as I'm typing this) and so when the Monstance is close to you, it's respectful to kneel. So everyone kneels and when the Monstrance comes close its so powerful. You can feel him with you. The looks on some people's faces. Just..complete awe. Complete....take me with you! Just a few short seconds of the priest making the sign of the cross with the monstrance was enough to make me cry joyfully. and then I wanted more. And then we started singing this song called 'Hold my hand' and everyone was standing up. I lifted my hands up and really got into the words and all of a sudden it was just...I can't really explain. God held my hands. And I smiled so big...It was wonderful. I just..can't explain the feeling. God works in everyone. That little miracle changed me. My family may not go to church but I realized that I need to be happy...more. Even if everything seems sucky.
Smile. :)

God loves you.
And thanks for reading...

I love you my special reader who is reading this even though I'm completely lame!! ^.^
Wait. I'm not lame. :P God doesn't think I am...
haha:)
I'll be going now.

-Kiera

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I just wanted to say...

I love you.

Happiness runs in a circular motion...

That song always reminds me of that cherios commercial.
The bumper boats one. Wow, Imma nerd.
So today, we went shopping. It kinda sucks when you go shopping and your grandmother is all 'look at this cute courderoy skirt!" and your thinking...Ohmygosh God help me.
Haha!!!! I did get 3 new pairs of jeans, though. I made sure they were cute. :P But enough talking about...all that.
As you can see, I completely pimped my blog! We now have (Who's we? I'm the only one here, aren't I?) a view counter, a live FISHBOWL (scroll to the bottom of the page to look at my wonderful fish!) and a quote of the day.
A lot of the time, they're gonna be bible quotes okay? The best quotes are from God. What can I say?
Ooh! I want you to see this wonderful bracelet I made.

Look at that! ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Hawt right? I made it out of these little wax stick things called BENDAROOS.

Wicked awesome.

Aren't you proud of me?

^.^

So I've really got nothing to say.

Howdy ho from WISCONSIN!

-Kiera

Forget that

Forget it. don't read the last post.
just.
don't.

Alrighty. I really need to vent.
Something is changing.
I dunno i just...Imma cry while I'm typing this and I don't want that to happen.
And then again I don't want someone to read it...
Ah. I just...I don't know. I feel like something's gonna happen and...I'm not gonna be loved anymore. If you know what I mean. Like I'm too much now. Like...I'm not good enough. There's gonna be some other girl. and I'm gonna be alone. Again. Like I was for 13 friggin' long years. And I don't wanna go back to that! I'm SO happy! and I don't wanna..I don't wanna go back. I wanna be happy like this forever. But what if I'm not. What if after all those promises and 'I love you's and everything and he doesn't feel like I do. What if he just said all those things. I can't help wondering if he really loves me anymore. Because somethings different!
Crap. Why am I crying. I need to STOP FREAKING CRYING.
Ugh. Why am I writing this on a blog.
Imma loser.
I might as well just go kill myself.
No one would care anyways.
psh. I'm totally not gonna do that. I'm not emo.
Well.
Sorry you had to read this.
I'm having another one of my moments.
You know who you are...I want you to make it better. PSH. Who am I kidding. I'm just being wierd.

-Kiera

Prayer

Sometimes I don't really know what to say when I pray. You kneel, you close your eyes, fold your hands and talk to God? Honestly, I don't think that's what prayer is about. Yes, it's about talking to God, but...it doesn't have to be some totally formal thing. Sure during adoration or something important like that, its respectful to kneel in honor of the Lord being present in the Eucarist. But when your saying your bedtime prayers and you just can't think of anything to say? Firstly, when you pray, be comfortable! You don't have to kneel on the hard concrete and sit with your back straight up. What's important is what you say, not how you look when you say it. God doesn't care what we look like, as long as we take the time to talk to him every once in a while! That's all he wants, really. For us to talk to them. If you don't know what to say? What I do is talk to him like a best friend. I tell him my problems, ask him for help, to lead me down the right path, thank him for everything he's given me...apologize for my wrong-doings, and ask for forgiveness. and tell him how much I love him. Because I do. I know sometimes its super hard to pay attention in Church, or to pray every night...but once you get in the habit of doing it, you won't be able to go a day without it. I used to never pray. Now I pray every night. and if I don't, I cannot go to sleep. There is no way. I'll feel all empty like I forgot something and I'll be thinkin' 'I don't wanna...im sooo tired.' and I'm sorry for those thoughts but I know I'm not the only one who has them. Sometimes you tell yourself you don't have the time for God in your life right now. With all those basketball games, or show choir competitions, or whatever it is you do! But you do have the time! Lets say your life is like a glass of water. And it's filled to the brim with water (or, the things that fill your time up.) God wants to come in but there's no room. You know what? He just comes right on in. He doesn't care if some of that water splashed outta the cup and gets the floor all wet. He wants to be part of your life and we should all let him.
I dunno why I had some spiritual moment but...I'm a strong Catholic. I may not be perfect...but I'm strong. :) I'm faithful.

-Kiera

1 word. Camping.

So Imma tell you about my weekend. Or rather...sunday, monday and today, Tuesday. Wow. The 3 longest days of my life. Not that I didn't have fun. I had a blast. But it was VERY difficult to live 3 days with my cell phone, my friends, and my boyfriend. Sleeping in a tent with my family? The BUGS! So I'm not much of a nature girl, okay? Although I think I was tougher than my 3 siblings. Well...with a few things. The water in the river we stayed by was FREEEEZING cold. Like...68 degrees...farenheit. You'd think that'd be warm? It was FREEZING. But it was nice considering it was 102 degrees and stuff. But it WAS fun. Our spot was riiight next to the river and all shady. and today we floated. Wow. It was fun at first but then towards the end of the 8 miles everyone started arguing.
"COME ON!!" "FREAKIN ROW!" "COME ON YOU NEED TO HELP!" "YOUR SUCH A SLACKER!!" "GET OUT OF THE BOAT AND PUSH!"

So yeah.

...
IT DID NOT JUST DELETE THE PARAGRAPH I JUST WROTE!
NO!!! THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!
I GIVE UP!!!!!!!

-Kiera