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
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