AH-HA-HA-HA.

Heeeheee.

...heeeheeeheee. *SMILE*

HOLY CRAP.

Today rocked. Once again, I'm reminded as to how much easily I can get along with CTY people... compared to school people. I don't think I truly realized how much I'd missed seeing them until our little reunion today.

Basically, some friends of mine from CTY (my college 'nerd camp' eats my heart) live around here, so we thought... "Well, what the hell, let's meet up again," and we did. Mike, Billy, Wendy, and I all met up at Watchung Reservation -- it's a park thing near here, with hiking trails and all that pretty crap. It was fun. :) Really, truly fun.

To Mike: HUG! HUG! HUUUG! ...e-mail me pictures.

...I should have some pictures of the four of us as soon as I get them from Mike, but don't take my word on it. Dad still hasn't done the pictures from Mark's birthday party. XD

"I LOVE YOU, BUT IN THE CTY WAY!"

So do I, dudes, so do I. XD

I promised someone I'd blog sooner, but... I'm a bad person that way. o.O Some stuff, now...

It always upsets me when people read my writing, and say it's good, and I look at it and see nothing but shit. I look at awesome authors of real books, or of brilliant fanfics, and I say, "They're the ones who can write great, not me!"...

I don't see what other people see in my writing, and sometimes I wish I could.

Anyway, I'll probably be going to the W. Reservation NEXT weekend, not this one, because Wendy's changed plans or something. XD It'll be good to see my CTY kiddies again -- really looking forward to it, actually. We're supposedly smart, so I'm sure we can handle ourselves without getting lost in some foolish way or something.

Haha, that'd be funny. "Talented children get lost and starve to death hiking! FULL STORY INSIDE!"

Fooo-bar, man. Just fubar.

I'm out, 'cause there's really nothing new.

Excerpt from my still unnamed 3x4:
“You…”
A dazzling smile.
“Me.”

Yay! Life has been mostly grand and happy and jolly and... uneventful!

I am suddenly disheartened.

XD

Anyway, things have been 'blah-blah-blah-bzzz.' It's like a boring dream that never ends, y'know? *g* A few weeks ago I went to NYC for my great-aunt's birthday party, and dude, that sucked ass, because it always does, because the family is always there, and because my family is mostly all shitheads and assholes. One day...! One day, I swear!!

Well, after all *that* shit was over, my Grandpa had an artery problem and landed up in the hospital. He's STILL in the hospital. I was depressed for a time over that, but he's doing better now, so I've tried to put it in the back of my mind. Y'know what the funny thing is? He's not even a real grandpa 'o mine. But he's LIKE one, since all my real grandfathers are dead... I just don't have good luck, do I?

Yeah, well, it doesn't help that my Grandma and Grandpa are old Russian morons who didn't know what to do when Grandpa collapsed on the street. I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW.

Yadda-yadda... HOL has been really, really fun lately. I love the community and all, and everyone's really helpful, and the administration system/forum management is simply wonderful. Also, the classes are great fun, even the homework! It's a nice alternative to regular old school homework shit-crap, I tell you. Also, in my opinion, much more interesting in subject. ^_~ I'm in four classes, and they rock serious ass. Two of them happen to be mythology, which ain't offered in my real-life school, and mythology is something I *love*. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEE. Thank you, HOL, for ye are a saviour!

Today was Mark's birthday party. His birthday is actually August 27th, but what-ev-uhr, Mom just sucks at planning. She dragged Dad and I along with her, and it actually wasn't that bad. We went to this gym place for kids, and the whole affair was pretty great. Their balance beam was one FINE piece of covered metal, I tell you. I've got pictures, since Dad has a cool, nifty digital camera... if you're a good friend of mine, you'll probably end up seeing them when I get them uploaded. ^__^

One last word: The Bach Double Violin Concerto is a beautiful piece of music, BUT IT IS A BITCH TO PLAY.

Thank you, and out!

You knew this was coming...

Ah, as the second day of high school has passed, Kitty has thought to make a blog post out of HER IMPRESSIONS OF HIGH SCHOOL! And stuff.

We'll go class by class, shall we?

Art 1: Lots of people joined this one for the credits. Well, whatever, I can draw seashells better than all of them. NYAH. Mr. Walker's weird, but nice. So far. I dunno. Ay.

World History: Mmmkay, here's a story. My teacher was Mandala, and then Mandala disappeared, and then Mr. Seid came in, except it still says Mandala aaall over the papers, which confused me so much that my head exploded. Anyway, Mr. Seid's cool. His homework looks deceptively simple, but requires lots of writing, BUT HE'S COOL. Yeah.

Geometry: Hoooly fuck, I hate this class after two days. I don't like the teacher. I don't like that class. KJSHFKDSHF. I see bad things in my future.

Honors English 1: Dr. Detlet ain't that exciting of a lady, but I like her vibes. She's a nice ole' lady and shits. I'll probably do well in this class unless she thinks my slightly liberal writing sucks or something. I can see bad things in my future again. Shoot me, please.

Spanish 3: CRAAAP, I hate Spanish, and the teacher's all incompetent and shit, which makes it even worse! She can slow DOWN, maybe, when talking her espanol-jazz... christ, I can usually understand it well enough, but not when she starts going on her little tangents! "Blahblahblah.." God, the only thing I can do in this class is stare at the peeling walls. They're really peeling. I was staring at them in class today and I saw stuffs in the peeling paint. Cool. I'm kinda delusional that way.

Orchestra: I am so gonna drop this next year... there are other electives I have in mind. >_> Damn violins, I hear their creepy 'zee-zee-zee' stuff in my zombie-ass-eating nightmares.

Gym: Uh, the most we've done is sat on bleachers. Us freshman got in trouble because this dude drew all over the back of my neck with his pen, and then he threw it out of the bleachers, which was stupid because the teachers were sitting right there. Yeah. I yelled at him later, he suuuucks!

Science: She seems to have a sarcastic sense of humour, which I like, even though her name STILL reminds me of potato. I'll never get over that. Never, ever, ever, ever. POH-TAH-TOE. GEGEGEGE-eh.

Thaaat's all. YES, INDEEDY, KITTY'S CLASSES SUCK MAJOR ASS BECAUSE KITTY'S A TINY FRESHMAN WHO HAS TO CONFORM TO STRICT FRESHMAN CLASSES AND CRAP LIKE THAT. I don't care, though, I get credit and recommendation from my CTY thingy. Which is cool and stuff, and probably the only thing my Board of Education doesn't suck on.

General HS stuff... well, I didn't get lost or stuffed in trashcans, which is good. XD The only bad thing is that my grade is giant, and we've added a lot to the school population, and the hallways and stairwells are... thin, so everyone crams in together and there's a ton of traffic. Plus the fact that no one uses their lockers. We just walk around with our backpacks, which bulge out because THE SCHOOL IS SADISTIC WITH GIANT TEXTBOOKS, and that makes the crammage worse.

Yeah, my books are heavy. Heavy. Heavy. They cut off my blood circulation, they do.

Someone... back massage. NOW PLZ THX.

Hmm, I feel like getting away from Zucchini Slices for a bit, so...

The Grand List of Things Kitty Hates: In no particular order.

1. Heights.
2. Traffic.
3. Lack of food.
4. Coughing.
5. School.
6. Psychologists.
7. My psychologist.
8. Hospitals.
9. Wheelchairs.
10. Nurses not watching where they're going while they're pushing said wheelchairs.
11. Mathematics.
12. Bad dubbing.
13. Rollercoasters.
14. Blood and gore, most horror movies.
15. Lack of cute felines in immediate vicinity.
16. Doctors in general.
17. Small, annoying dogs.
18. Writing by hand.
19. Lack of writing implements.
20. Netspeak.

Zucchini Slices is actually turning out better than expected. I'm almost done with the editing on the first chapter, since it's quite extensive... Tiffany is so demanding. ;_; She bribes me with awesome Copic markers. NUUU.

School starts on the 2nd. Blah-blah-blah, I hate society most of all. XD

'Ola, my cheeseslips! It's 12:35 AM in New Jersey, folks! Weather seems fine, and the sky looks dreadfully dark for such a lovely time of night, but I feel goooood!

Probably 'cause it was Grocery Day (TM) and Mom actually bought food. I was starving. CHILD ABUSE, AHHH, ALL YOU MOFACKAS WHO ALWAYS HAVE FOOD UNLIKE ME WHO STARVES EVERYDAY IN SOLITUDE AND PAIN!! Gah! Geh! Feed me mushrooms, now!

Got my revised HS schedule... this one looks finalized. Pretty much regular freshman classes, yadda yadda. However, here's one thing -- my science teacher's listed as 'Retotar'. For some reason, I can't think that name without bursting out into fits of hysterical laughter. It sounds like POTATO, I fucking swear!!

...y'know, this kinda makes me wonder if anyone from the RL has put extra-extra interest in my blog because of the things happening there. O.o If they have, they're probably insanely bored by now... as common knowledge goes, my blog is about things in my real life, random things, and things I wanna kill. STICK FIGURE ARMIES.

Here's the answer: There's nothing I can say about the RL. It's behind me. It's over. I first got there years ago, left an impression, caused mischief, and now I've left. I miss the place like a mofo, naturally -- I miss it quite a lot. =( However, here's what I can say to everyone involved in all those misunderstandings/fights/arguments...

We're all going to be okay. That's right. Even if the Lounge might never recover, it'll be okay -- for the ones who have left and the ones who have stayed and the ones who have strong opinions and the ones who don't. Take it to heart, yo.

I'm saying once again.... no matter what my friends say, I'm not a pessimist -- I'm a realist. *wink* The above thoughts aren't depressing. They're what I think, and it's based on reality. Believe me, I'm not an optimistic person. Pessimist, optimist... for some reason, relying on reality seems to me so much easier. Gives me a bit of hope on this situation, at this time.

To all my RL homeslices - love you all. LIKE ZUCCHINI SLICES.

Need my scheduled night-owling. Signing out, yo. <3

DaRkDoOm89: your so mean
cyekitty:
Mark: No, bad is very bad!
Me: No, bad is good!
Mark: Very bad is BAD! Good is... is... BAD! Bad is NOT good!
Me: But how can Good be Bad without Bad being good?!
Mark: *toddler brain explodes*
cyekitty: XD Heehee.
DaRkDoOm89: you are a weird ass sister
DaRkDoOm89: mark is going to grow up with mental scars
cyekitty: *laughs* He'll be a perfect genius, man.

Hohoho. XO I'm so delightful.

Uh, besides the whole Hurricane Charley thing (which fortunately missed that Bay Something), it's been a lovely few days, hasn't it? At least it's not as hot as it was... however, since the weather has been near apocolyptic, I can see September being scorching hot for no reason what-so-ever.

Getting a bit tortured by my nasty relatives again... unfortunately, my grandmother and great-aunt's on my Dad's side think they have the old-fashioned power to run the younger generations of the family. SCREW THAT. They've been calling me up every now and then, calling me stupid, moronic, yadda yadda yadda... SCREW THEM.

Damn relatives.

Well, I'm back to flinging plum cores out the window. Doesn't that give you a strange sense of deja vu?

Signing off, childuns.