Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up.”
lalalalala procrastination
This post is pretty self-explanatory. I’m procrastinating instead of studying for my history exam that’s tomorrow…and I have a huge study guide and essay outline to complete. Thank god the essay’s on humanism - that’s the only part I understand. There’s like 6 topics for the long essay you can choose from but she wanted our class to do humanism because she knew we’d do well with that…? Kay. So I have like 1392874789237 different pages of notes and study guides and my history book in front of me while I type this post and listen to music. Oh and I’m just randomly recording myself singing during good songs because I’m that lazy to study. And I’m playing bubble shooter off onemansblog.com….
I’m such a good multi-tasker.
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field;
I’ll meet you there.
Oh Dear ! (by Bye.Bye.Birdie)
Fast Car
You’ve got a fast car, I’ve gotta ticket to anywhere. Maybe we can make a deal—maybe together we can get somewhere. Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose, maybe we can make something. Me, myself, I’ve got nothing to prove.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.-Maya Angelou
One of my absolute favorite books. So inspiring.
(via recover-your-soul)
GROUNDED.
I’d finally had enough of my parents and finally came clean and told them the truth about everything. Of course, telling the truth sometimes isn’t always the best thing to do. There are consequences of crossing the line…
grounding.
That’s what I received from my parents last night at dinner. My grounding includes one week of no computer and no phone at bedtime (why would I even want my phone near my bed at night…). SO I’m wicked pissed now because I can’t use the computer all week, which means no tumbling. DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF. At least I can still send status updates to twitter via text…
Also my parents forgot I have computer access at school so for today and tomorrow I can go on tumblr and twitter but after that, see yaaa.
Nothing else to say, really. We’re watching Finding Nemo in Digital Tools #winning! OH YEAH and jake’s being a complete asshole as usual. I’m out.
ENOUGH.
So now my mom just made me try on this really pretty shirt…to take a picture of me in it. She wants me to model. I REFUSE TO MODEL. She claims to just want to “take a picture for my profile picture” because she’s jealous that her child isn’t as pretty as some others so in order to “make them feel pretty” she puts a pound of makeup on her to transform the child into this little doll-like girl and dresses her up. I know what she’s thinking too:
Step 1) Buy Kerri clothes and make-up
Step 2) Buy new camera just to take pics of Kerri
Step 3) Take pics of Kerri to make her feel pretty
Step 4) “Accidently” stop by a modeling agency and drop off the prettiest picture she can find of Kerri
Step 5) Turn Kerri into model to “find her beauty within”
Step 6) Kick Kerri out on the streets when she doesn’t wanna cooperate and do what her mother asks her to do
Okay, I added in step 6 to make it sound more realistic and cruel. But seriously. She’s living the life she’s never had through me. And I’m so sick of it.
just a preview of what friday night’s shenanigans included
OH HEY long time no see
This past week was birthday week, starting with my family birthday party on Sunday. Got some weird gifts - 2 tshirts, body wash, a matching lip gloss…?, iTunes gift card and other shizzz like that. Then my actual birthday was on Tues. I’m skipping right over Monday because I completely forgot what happened that day. Tuesday was so great because my best birthday gift was no math class that day *wooooot* I love my life. I had planned to have a party with my closest friends that night…but they had soccer. So the party thing got postponed to Friday *insert Friday by Rebecca Black here* and my parents and I went out to eat at the OUTBACK….YUMMMMMM. Omg I cannot express how much I love their babyback ribs. So that was a really nice treat, and then we came home and I opened my presents. Don’t ask why I didn’t open them before dinner; I guess my parents just wanted to build up anticipation. So from my parents were really weird gifts - a picture of a random golden retriever puppy, a few tshirts, organic cotton duvet and pillow covers, a step ladder (………uhh…), and something else I can’t quite remember.
I’m still concerned that my mom and dad need to be put in Butler for a week after giving me that step ladder.
The rest of the week went okay I guess, and then there was FRIDAY. I was so happy about my party that night because it was just my best friends and I and no other creeps. That morning I received my track sweatshirt…scoreeeee. It’s so comfy I haven’t taken it off since…okay that’s a lie. But seriously. It’s so comfy. Then there was science. Since I’m in the “resource class” we have a lot of dumb kids and kids with very low attention spans, so when we were testing objects to see if they were conductors of electricity, someone took a strip of copper (one of the conductor tester thingies) and bent it to form a complete circle *GASP!* So apparently that was wrong and the teacher yelled and kept us after the bell because Caluori had to come down and see who did it. No one admitted so we were all kept for detention today but some people didn’t show. That didn’t surprise me.
So that night we all (Katie, Sarah, Danielle and I) went into my basement and had this mini photoshoot thing that we created outselves. It was pretty fun schtuff. I hung up a white sheet as a backdrop and used an old white comforter for the floor, set up all my old jewelry and make-up on tables (doors rested on top of old benches) and attempted to set up my camera. My camera fell onto the floor and is pretty much broken now, and sometime during the party Danielle crushed my toe with her heel (yes, we wore heels). So now I have a broken camera and a broken toe. Then we went out to Olive Garden and Danielle talked to a baby, most likely because sometimes she has the mentality of a 4-year-old. Then some weird pervert guy kept circling our table and finally we got up and walked around outside and came back inside to eat. The pervert left. Success.
We came back home and I opened a couple presents from them. It was kinda a combined gift from Danielle, Sarah and Katie because they didn’t know what to get me and I didn’t know what I wanted. They got me an ice cream/sorbet/frozen yogurt maker and some ingredients to make my first recipe - YUUUUUMMMMM. This gift benefits all of us which we all enjoyed. Then they brought a fireworks/sparklers/other explosive objects package, but since my neighbor (Mr. Tober) has little kids and it was past 11pm, we didn’t set off the fireworks. So we just lit sparklers and danced around in the streets. It was so weird at first because I’ve never been near any fireworks or sparklers so for the majority of the time I just stood there like a statue. OH and before that we watched YouTube vids and made fun of people’s vids and then visited the pics we took that night using my webcam as a substitute for my regular camera (note to self: buy tripod stand next time while purchasing new camera). That was hilarious. OH AND…at Olive Garden, they sang Happy Birthday to me and gave me a cake :)
