Oh no.

It's happening. Ever since I was in first grade, I was saying how much I hated Britney Spears. But here she is again, playing on my headphones, blasting into my ears. My friend Maddy somehow made me like her. And we aren't the type to listen to mainstream music. We listen to Underground stuff. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Patrick Wolf, Kate Nash, Ingrid Michaelson, Matt and Kim. Not BRITNEY. But here she is, telling me to keep dancing till the world ends. NO. Stop! And I know all the words to a huge amount of her songs. Excuse me while I go vomit.

On another note, yesterday I got a second piercing in my ears. So now I've got the original ones, and then turquoise studs above that. It's pretty cool. I like it a lot. I really want a nose piercing, but then my friend Janet told me all about it and how slow and awful it is as they push a needle through your nose. Thats when I just decided for a second ear piercing. Much less painful. So much better. Plus my entire family doesn't loathe that idea.

I fear that I am turning a bit more punkish... I didn't think I would ever end up like that. I was the girl who wore rainbow sweatshirts. Now I want to do Roller Derby so BAD! But I can't, because my parents don't want to pay for the medical bills that will inevitably turn up. I am going to start saving up for my first mode of transportation. A motorcycle. Cars are nice, but motorcycles you get to feel the wind through your hair and it is so much more fun than a car. I will get a freakin' huge hog so that cars can see me. Ha, it will be so BA.

I am in English, once again. Although this time, completely done with everything and we're only 15 minutes into class. So I guess I will just do this. I wish the school didn't block everything. Then I could actually go on the internet and not just this site and google. I love how they don't block this, but they do block Tumblr. Of course. Whatever. I am going to try and find a website that doesn't block bubble shooter. Maybe I'll write more later. Happy Friday! Be happy that you aren't taking the PSAT tomorrow at 7:30 AM.

Future.

I have to take the PSATs this Saturday at 7:30 AM. I do not want to take the PSATs this Saturday at 7:30 AM. I want to be asleep on Saturday at 7:30 AM.

But, alas, I will be taking the PSATs. I can't wait. I just love taking tests where you have to fill in the scantron bubbles and then you get off track and you mess them all up and its just utter chaos. Why can't I just circle the correct answer.

I have to start thinking about College. What one I want to go to, how I will pay for it, or will I get a scholarship? I need a job. I need to save money. Get some means of transportation. Car, motorcycle? I don't know. I need extracurriculars to graduate. I am only in GSA. I don't know if I need more than that. I don't know how to cook, or even use the washer and dryer. How pathetic is that? When I move out, what am I supposed to do? When I move out? I'm going to be 18 in less than a year. I have to think about my future. I have to figure out where I will live, and how I will pay for that. I have to get groceries, health care, insurance. I don't want this stuff in my life. I want to continue making mud pies in the backyard and know my parents have everything under control.

Not anymore though. It's time to take a step up and start taking care of myself...

But I guess there are good aspects of the future as well. Falling in love, for example. I can't wait to fall in love and get married. Have two children and raise them. Hold their tiny bodies in my arms and then watch them grow up and soon enough they will be panicking about the same things I am on this post. I can't wait to get a house with my husband, and find out what career I will choose. Will I end up being a musician? Or will it be an artist? Writer? Illistrator? Or will it surprise me. Will I be a doctor? A lawyer. No. I won't be those things. I can't wait to grow old with my one true love and see where life takes us. Takes me. I don't know what I will do. I am excited to find out, but a little horrified as well. I don't know how I am going to get there, to this life that I write about.

Let's talk about something else a little lighter. Oh, guess what. Once again I am sitting in English class. I am way ahead of schedule on this paper we are writing, and I am tired of pretending to still be editing it, seeing as that was done days ago. I accidentally was put in the average Lit and Comp class, and I belong in Honors. Oh well, it's nice to have a little break. I am exhausted right now. I can't wait for this weekend - well, not Saturday, but Sunday, because I can sleep and sleep and sleep all day long. I need to catch up. Today is Wednesday. On Wednesday's me and my friends all walk downtown after school and hang out down there until dinner time. Plus, on Wednesdays, school ends at 1:00 rather than 2:45. I don't know why, but I love it. It's so short. I am going to go to the Claire's store sometime soon, preferable today, and get a second ear piercing. 40 dollars for both ears. I have a $20 gift certificate for there. So I might as well. I was going to get a nose piercing, but then my friend Janet told me about how when she got hers she almost passed out. They slowly stick a needle through your nose. I am a pansy. I cannot deal with that kind of pain. So instead, I will pierce my ears again, seeing as that is not painful, and fast, with that quick little gun. Thank the Lord.

Class is almost out. Finally. Even though todays classes are 30 minutes long. So easy. It's ridiculous. Still too long though. I might take a nap in Earth Science next period. I used to like science. I guess when I had a cool science teacher it was awesome. But when you have a science teacher who looks like a primitive man and talks about things you've never heard of and he never bothered to explain, you end up not really liking science anymore. Hint, hint - GRADEK, come teach me science here!

I'll talk to you all later. I don't really know if any one even reads this old thing anymore. Whatever. :)

What I Should Be Doing

I should be using Inspiration 8 in English class right now. My student teacher is teaching us about this program that looks like it was made in 1904 and so I did it really fast and then came over here to do this. Because just typing about what I should be doing is more fun that actually doing what I should be doing. This is taking forever. Today we get the key to our new house. After school I am walking downtown to it and painting my room this beautiful tribal orange color. It is so pretty. Right now it is painted purple with butterflies. I do not want that as my room. So I am painting it orange. There is a big basement, which is basically for me and my brother, Sam. We are going to nail up cardboard to the walls, and then paint all over it really cool. The basic layer is going to be painted as brick, then we will just graffiti is up. I am really excited. On Saturday is when we really bring everything from our old house in. I am so glad that this new house is downtown. Just like back in McMinnville. This is going to be great, but on the other hand, I am once again never going to have money. But then again, maybe I will, since I live so close I can just walk downtown with my guitar and make some more money busking! I am so THRILLED!

I keep having to change the screen whenever the student teacher comes over here. We aren't even turning this in, we are just learning how to use it, and I am not even going to use this because I've already got a systematic way of typing up essays. I do not want to use Inspiration 8 every time. It is quite infuriating. I would rather waste my time on the internet playing uphill rush and typing on my blog. It appears that during the school year I type on here a lot more often than I do in the summer. I guess I just have to sit in front of a computer more often and it is boring and thus, the blog post. It's too easy to set up 'Spaces' and then just rotate between screens. Wow. I sound like such a nerd.

Oh. My. Goodness. This is so repetitive. I should be paying attention. But why would I pay attention when I already know how to use this? Thank God it is Wednesday and that means a short day for Bend-LaPine schools. We get out at one. We have seven periods in a day. Therefore, each class period is 35 minutes long on Wednesday, just enough time to not get anything beneficial done. So I just do stuff that is beneficial to me. Okay. Class is almost out.

Until the next time where I get to waste the day away.

Over and out,
Kate.