Only 7 days left...not excited



STUPID OWL!!!

So you know how we were reading that essay in class today right? Well I'm arachnophobic so I'm scared of spiders..well guess what greeted me today when I came home from school? Not one but 2...Nice..

Fell asleep at 7 am, woke up at 7:15. I want sleep

Not really talking anymore. I don't feel like people disregarding everything I say...​

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Got nails done for prom.....EEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP​

It will be a miracle if I make it the whole day today...

Feeling like absolute crap because everyone thinks they know what's best for me when they don't know anything at all!!!

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Honestly, I'm getting really tired of having to hear the same crap over and over again. Just because someone likes something that you don't, doesn't give you the right to be a jerk (for lack of a better word) and disrespect, slander and dis it. I am very much so tired of here this all the time and I'm really fed up with it. I don't care if you don't like what I like! I don't care what you think anymore! I like what I like and everyone will like different things! If you don't like it then go sit in a corner, stare at the wall and shut your face, because I'm not tolerating bashing anymore

Omg, I can't stand anymore. I've been trying to work on this same essay for three days straight. I keep getting the same answer that won't answer my question. I'm emotionally distraught, not only from this paper, but from my life. Oh geez, I'm at my limit. I honestly can't handle much more...

At least I was able to give my mom a good mother's day. This was the first one without my dad. He usually took care of everything. I didn't know what to do, so I started with the small things. I let her sleep in, pulled up ecards with out favorite characters on them, then I did her hair. I gave her bangs like me and curled her hair. It looked really nice, once she pulled them into a ponytail-ish bun. We went out to Ruby Tuesdays and got our favorite waiter.

I guess I don't care about how I feel today. As long as mom is happy, then I will be happy to.

I can't take doing this essay anymore T.T

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​I really just hate my life

I hate my life....sooooooo much!

Can't really think of a story...I will come back later with something

I had an awkward kind of day today. I can't really describe it. I have a lot of emotions going on...and I found out something about myself.

See I've been sick for the past week, so I haven't really been on moodle. This morning I woke up and scrambled to get to school today...only to find out that spring break has started. I made it all the way to the school, pulled on the door, and found that it was locked. I called Evett asking
"did spring break start?" she said
"Yea"
"Well thanks for telling me while I'm sitting in front of the school"
"Oh? I though you knew"

I told my mom and she drove me back home. We were both unhappy. I felt like a fool. I should have known, I should have looked online or asked someone...but the "proud" piece of my spirit was angry. I felt like someone should have told me that school was closed, that someone should have kept me in the loop, that my friend's should have had my back.

In a blind fury, I stopped talking to my friends...well that's what I put on my headline. Perry messaged me, and (like a true bitch) took it out on her. That she should've told me, that I was upset, and how I didn't want to talk. She told me that she did tell me, that she did let me know. I felt my pride get knocked down a few pegs as well as grow. At that point I just said that I was stupid and just left it at that.

Mom and I left the house and went on a shopping spree. I couldn't really enjoy myself, because I knew how much of a jerk I was. In that, I also saw some of my own flaws...

I realized that I was too dependent on others, that I never really rely on myself to do things. I realized that I have my father's short fuse and how much trouble it causes. I realized how thin skinned I still am and how much I really hated myself.

Mom bought me new skirts and a dress for school, then we decided to drive to jersey. We saw a car crash on the way there. The Idea of death scared me again...and I started thinking about my dad. I realized that I was not ready to die even though that's way far away...

I went to old navy and bough more clothes. I felt some what better; not mad but I felt the guilt from everything.

We came home, and I started typing this. I really don't know why I made this my daily story. I felt like maybe if I vented in a public place then I wouldn't have anything to hide or something...and If Perry and Evett see this and they get mad then I will take it down, willingly and come up with something else...I guess I just wanted...something...I don't know what I want...

Oh, and by the way, in writing all of this, I forgot to say that I'm still sick with an infection. I have a cough so bad that it keeps me from eating...

I realized how weak I truly am today :/

I don't have much of a story to tell. I'm too sick to really think of anything.....

I have not slept well in 3 days
I can't breath through my nose
I keep having coughing attacks
I'm on 2 new meds

I'm very tired and I know I got a lot of work ahead of me once I get better...T.T

Sims confuse us. Makes perry's eyes burn :(

Zack got me to play Mindcraft....I hate that it's kinda fun

​When I was younger, and before my family moved, my mom and I would sit in my room and have "high tea" every night. Tonight, my mom and I decided it would be fun to do it again. I made sleepy time tea and mom made peanut butter crackers. It was nice to have that moment. It felt like things were going back to normal

Ugh! Still sore from yesterday's soccer game. Note to self: Never go against your adviser....you end up with a bruise on your arm T-T

I hate the radio. A little less talking, a little more music please

Today's gonna be great!.....April Fools!! :/

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I was in a coma...like sleep

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Social life sucks....not worth it...


Extra:

Today, was a crappy day. Today was a painful day. This morning it took me 2 hours to pull myself out of bed because I was so weak and tired, I could barely sit up. I managed to get up, get dressed and started off to school. On the way, mom and I hit every red light, ran into 2 road blocks, and I ended up using all of my stamina to stay awake. I knew it wasn't going to be a good day. I got to school at 11. I went up to A band. Didn't see my group, so I ran around like crazy looking for them. I found them in a different room, I was not happy. I sat in the class, quietly (still trying to keep my eyes open). I went to B band, and had to hear about how the fight that ensued yesterday, got worse. I started feeling sick again, so I asked to go to the office. I spent that whole time crying! Crying! Without so much as a "What's up?" or "Kimmi, are you ok?" from anyone. Zoe was the one who talked to me (my friends would too, but they were in class). I finally go downstairs to meet everyone...I got to Zack, who hugged me...and I broke down in his arms.  I was a wreck. I hated today, because I realized how big a mess I really was.

On the way home, I found out that only...2 people knew that I was actually in "the fight". The person who was on the same side as me, and the person who we were "fighting" with. At that moment, I felt like I was back in middle school, where no one listened to me, or cared if I was there, unless...I screwed up greatly.

Now, I didn't use names, nor did I write this to call anyone out. I just needed some sort of outlet in hopes that maybe someone would listen...

So If you read this, and you know about "the fight", calm down, it wasn't a hit on you, it was my way of blowing off steam...
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All of my characters have their twitter accounts and have started tweeting. I still need to finish up the timeline itself but over all it's going pretty well.

I'm in the beginning of the story were the sister (unknowingly) is giving Phillis and Henry the 15,000 dollars (I didn't get the chance to add this piece into the story itself so the project kinda gives it away. sorry :/)

So I know this is like late but here it goes

On saturday. My sister, mom, and nieces all went to King of Prussia mall. I needed to get somethings for my prom and my eldest niece's graduation. At first I thought it was gonna be boring, but at the day went on, things went good. We went into everyone of our stores and looked around, we got some things, tried on stuff and even went into this scanner that told you what type of jeans look best on you. Everything was great and we were even singing songs on the ride back. I really liked saturday, because it was one of those times where we all were connected and having fun since...well, you know.

Today, while my class went off to a museum. I spent the day in the office. It's always funny to sit and talk to the teachers and faculty. You get use to them teaching to you and it's always interesting how the tone changes when you talk to them on an "non teacher- student" level. It makes me smile. The office always has something interesting happening in it.

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Benchmarks are so tiring....-passes out- 

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Missed so many stories...I'm sorry :(

I really don't have a story today, but I have a thought.

In class today, we were talking about a new way of posting our stories. Instead of doing it in a blog post, we would use google docs. This idea became and caused (what seemed to be) a huge debate in our class. Everyone was talking over each other and things got confusing.

I thought that maybe if we had listened more to each other, and if we were more organized, then maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they had. Nothing gets done with yelling and anger.


Just saying

Cleaned. Talked to family. Sad day...

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Friends! Sleepover! Shopping! Wii! So......tired......

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School. Work. "wanna get lunch?" Loneliness....

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Teach: Good Job, Kim. Me: Fainted

I don't have many stories on this topic. Any I have are usually, funny or sad. I didn't have many people to trust when I was younger (as apposed to now, when I have actual friends). I remember only one person who I really trusted...he was my science teacher.

In 7th grade, our class took a trip to Costa Rica. This trip is a major part of our year, and it's also a chance for us to use our spanish and learn more about a new culture. One of the things to look forward to is the Sky Trek zipline. It goes over the canopy tops of the rain forest and you can see everything from 1000+ feet in the air. Everyone was really excited to do it...well not everyone.

I was one of the people who was nervous (scared out of my mind). I watched everyone else go off on the line, I was too scared to move. I felt like my legs were jello and I wanted to crawl into a hole. I was up next. I still couldn't move so the teacher moved me aside and let everyone else go ahead.

I was up again. I ended up clinging to the side of the railing, bawling my eyes out. Everyone was telling me that it would be ok and that I had nothing to worry about, but all I was thinking "Really? we're over 1000 feet up in the air, and being held up by a pully!"

I felt like a punk, everyone else could do it easily, but I couldn't even step up. I was about to turn back until Andy (my science teacher at the time) stopped me and asked if I would feel better if I went with him. I felt a bit better but because it was too much weight, we couldn't. I calmed down and went anyway. He said he would be right behind me the whole time. Because of his kindness, I was able to go on everyone of the ziplines as well as help a few people who were scared on some.

I was able to get through it because of Andy, I trusted him enough to. I trusted him because he wasn't just a cool teacher (like the many I've had at SLA) but because he made me feel safe, like a good teacher would. It may sound odd, but it's true and I would gladly go back to Costa Rica and do it again.

​Last post talked about my Cat, Smokey. This one is about my other cat, Pecan Swirl.

One day, during a break last year, I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The sound of the two cats was echoing though out the house and it was starting to get really annoying. It lasted for (oh I would say) a good 3 hours, but then suddenly it stopped. Joyful peace, it was nice but then It got too quiet. Then, I started hearing something odd...and then I heard something smashing and flopping around. I looked out..and saw...a giant fur ball. I thought "what the heck is that?" I go over.....the cat managed to get her back paw stuck in her ear. First I thought "Only I would pick a cat that could put her paw in her ear." I went and got my mom and she got her paw out. Now we make sure her claws aren't so long so it doesn't happen again, and everytime I tell the story, I just love seeing the look on their faces.

The memories I have of my father are mostly the ones of him being in the hospital. Spending days with him in those rooms, watching and sitting with him in those beds...Seeing it so much, and promising that I would never let that happen to me...I..was wrong.

I spent the last week worrying, crying, being scared over everything in my life. Monday through Wednesday, I was two types of sick. The first, from the combination of my stomach and sinuses and the second was from the fear of going into the hospital for my endoscopy exam. I felt so many emotions, that I could've written more then enough stories for class, but no words could come to mind. I spend those days talking to only to Perry, seeing no one but my mom, and trying hard not to have any panic attacks. I would get the occasional IM from other people but they would stop talking after one or two messages, but I digress

Thrusday came, my heart stopped cold. I wanted so much not to go. I understood everything (how the procedure would go, that I would be asleep, that it wouldn't take long) but it didn't take away any more of the fear. The fear of being in the hospital (like I swore I wouldn't) and the fear of waking up during the procedure, like my father did. I wanted so much to have a friend with me, I wanted so much to be home, I wanted so much to be done with this, but I wanted to see my dad again.

There I was, changed into the gown and sitting on the gerny, waiting to be taken back into the room. My mom kept saying "everything will be ok" but the only thing I could feel was fear, sadness and anger. I was mad at myself for letting my health get so bad. I started to cry.

I layed down, in the room, on the gerny, while the nurses and doctors hooked me up to every machine they had. The worse was the IV. It felt like I was being stabbed in the back of my hand and on my wrist. I cried harder, whining "I want my dad. I want daddy here with me." I felt like a fool, 17 years old and I was crying because of a needle in my hand. Now it was time for the aneastedic, or so I though because now I was being made to get up so that they could run a test that they had forgoten.

Finally, I was back on the gerny, hooked up to everything once again, and now I wasn't nervous. I was more so anxious to just get it over with. They gave me the aneastedic and told me my ears would start ringing before I fell asleep as well as put a guard in my mouth to keep it open. Everything seemed ok, until an odd feeling hit me quick and my ears did ring. I felt dizzy and found myself mumbling something I never thought I would, then darkness.

I woke up in a different room and heard my mom's voice. I was happy that it was all over...but there were a few things on my mind like seeing my friends, finally having something to eat (since I couldn't eat anything the day before up to the exam), and wondering if how I was feeling was the same way my dad felt...

Now, it is over and done with. Nothing is wrong but I still feel sick...and I still wish my dad was here to make me feel a bit better about it all...

Most people talk about how smart, or cute their pets are. They say that they can do trick and just be as cute as can be. My cats....aren't like that. We got them at an animal shelter (which I also volunteer at). The oldest is smokey and the baby would be Pecan Swirl. The two are total opposites

The first week we brought them home, something odd kept happening. One of the two..was going to the bathroom all over the place. We didn't know who it was, so we kept making sure they knew where the litter box was. Well, it didn't work; it kept happening and so we started blaming Smokey for it because we thought that because she's the oldest, her memory must be shot. So, Smokey was punished each time it happened. One day, I was in my room and Smokey came up to me. She meowed and pointed towards the door, as if to say "come with me please". So, I followed her. This cat was smart enough to go to the litter box and showed me that she knew how to use it. I was stunned. Most cats just take it, but Smokey wouldn't have any of it. She's too smart.

Pecan, on the other hand, isn't that smart. Not that I think she's stupid but...that's another story

(This technically a story, more like just a point of view sharing)

Today is Valentine's day. Everyone spends this day with that "certain someone". They do things like go out to dinner or buy each other presents and spend time being together. Since I never had someone like that, I would spend it with my parents. Every year, dad would go out and by me and mom big bouquets of flowers, Roses. Mom would by us some cute little presents and we would all go out to dinner. Every year, it was just another holiday that I enjoyed (as well as hated), but this year...this year was just to heartbreaking.

This was the first Valentine's day without my dad. They say the first year of holidays is the toughest, but because I didn't really have a lot of people to spend it with (nor a boyfriend to share it with), it was bitter sweet...and to make things worse, I was still sick.

I'm glad I was done with this Valentine's day, but I don't think I can handle anymore...
The hurts still there, and the sick feeling makes it worse.

Valentine's Day really is a holiday you shouldn't spend alone..

Today is Valentine's day. Everyone spends this day with that "certain someone". They do things like go out to dinner or buy each other presents and spend time being together. Since I never had someone like that, I would spend it with my parents. Every year, dad would go out and by me and mom big bouquets of flowers, Roses. Mom would by us some cute little presents and we would all go out to dinner. Every year, it was just another holiday that I enjoyed (as well as hated), but this year...this year was just to heartbreaking.

This was the first Valentine's day without my dad. They say the first year of holidays is the toughest, but because I didn't really have a lot of people to spend it with (nor a boyfriend to share it with), it was bitter sweet...and to make things worse, I was still sick.

I'm glad I was done with this Valentine's day, but I don't think I can handle anymore...
The hurts still there, and the sick feeling makes it worse.

Valentine's Day really is a holiday you shouldn't spend alone..

In the fall of my junior year of high school, I started to develop a new ailment. It seems I would have a stuffy nose everyday and it seemed every other week, I'd end up with a cold. I didn't know what was going on. Finally, mom took me to the doctor and I found out I was getting sinus infections. So I was put on an antibiotic and was sent on my way. Finally it was cleared up and I was all better.

For the first couple of months, I kept getting infections and having to take antibiotics for them. Then, one day during winter break, I couldn't eat anything. I thought it was nothing so I just ignored it. As the day went on, I got sicker and sicker until I couldn't even move. My parents called the doctor and they just said I was dehydrated so I just had to keep drinking liquids, but sadly those didn't help. My parents took me to the doctor's office and had to run test on me. They found out that I had a stomach infection.

"How did that happen?" I asked. It turned out that I got it from taking too many antibiotics in such a short amount of time. I was out of school for a week, unable to eat anything but Girl Scout shortbread cookies.

Once I was better, I had to be taking back to the doctor. They said I had lost 6 pounds. I finally got back into school, I missed so much work. I promised not to get that sick ever again

Today, my friends and I barely made it out of doing some hard labor. We have a new tradition in our group of friends. When it's someone's birthday, we all pull our money together and go out to eat. So far this plan has worked well...until today.

We took our friend Zack out to lunch for his belated birthday. We deiced that it would be nice of us if we took Zack to applebee's. After a good half an hour of walking, we finally got to the restaurant. We sat, ordered, talked and ate. We had so much fun and actually grew closer. Everything was going great...until the bill showed up.

Perry took the check to see how much we had racked up. It seemed fine, until we looked at her eyes. Evett and I, then took the check and saw what had her so upset. $113 for the food itself, around an $8 tax, PLUS an additional $18.50 tip which equaled to $141.07. We all freaked out, worried that we couldn't pull together the money. We had gotten up all the money we had...and...thankfully, it was enough. I looked back over the bill and we all realized what had happened. We realiezed that we would have had enough if they didn't charge us the extra 18.50. Then on, we decided for Evett's birthday, we were just going to go to Liberty Place and get her food.

Kiss me, for the nights I can't remember
Follow me, To the eternal world beyond the moon (Tsuki no Mukou no Sekai)
Please be mine until the end of time

I'll never smile again, if you leave
Things will never be the same because of you

Why didn't I listen?

Lesson Learned: Live like you're dying, live like there's no tomorrow

Let me hold you a little bit longer because Love is my drug

Most 9 year olds, spend their birthday, playing and having fun. Taking in presents and eating lots of cake. They spend the whole day with everyone they love showering them with love...my 9th birthday...wasn't like that.

For my 9th birthday, I chose to have a skating party. I invited all the kids from my class, as well as my family. Everyone was having fun, skating and taking. After skating around for 100 laps, I wanted to see how many of my relatives could skate. I got my dad, aunts, and cousins to join in on the fun, but mom wouldn't. So, I got a pair of skates with her, and took her out on the rink myself. At first, she was shakey but soon she was able to move on her own. Happy that she was going, I took my mother's hand and skated with her, but then things took a turn. Before I knew it, I heard "Kimberlea! Let go!", and everything go black,

I found myself, laying on the hard wood of the skating rink with a huge pressure on top of me. I didn't know what happened, until I heard myself say "mom, could you please get off of me??"
My mother had fallen down, pulled me down with her, and managed to fall on me.

That was a birthday to remember.

The topic I had chosen to blog about was animal abuse in Philadelphia. I didn’t really have a process because I was dealing with a lot when this project was first introduced to us. I tried bye gathering as much research as I could and using the information I had. I didn’t fill out a lot of paper work because I was rather behind on my posts, which I found very upsetting because I wanted to do well. All I can really say, is that from the info that I have, and from doing the posts that I’ve done, this was a challenging project, but I wouldn’t mind doing it again. If I did get that chance, I would defiantly take a different approach to it.

Being that Chaka Fattah is the Official representative of Philadelphia, he should have a lot of input on any new bills or laws that come in, right? In actuality, he shows interest in the bill…but that’s really it. He never talks about why he votes for it, or why he doesn’t, or how he feels about it.

When it comes to the issue of animal rights, he is no different. Though he never talks about it, he is all for animal rights. For example, Fattah has shown 92 present interest of The Humane Society of the United States  in 2007-2008, 92% interest in The Humane Society Legislative Fund, and 100% interest in the Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund.

When it comes to animal rights, Fattah is all for it, yet he does not share his own personal thoughts nor does he express how he feels the new bills or laws will affect the city.

Many people around the world have heard of cannibalism, the act of consuming another of the same species. It is frowned upon in mostly every part of the world, yet in the animal kingdom it is seen as a part of nature.

There are 4 different “types” of cannibalism. The most common in the animal world is Sexual Cannibalism, in the female of a species mates and then eats the male of the same species. The next is size structured, in which the strongest and the biggest will eat the weakest and smallest. After that would be cannibalistic infanticide, which is when the mother will eat the weakest of her young. Last is Intrauterine cannibalism which takes place in the womb. It’s when strong embryos will “eat” the weaker for nourishment.

This could have a number of different reasons. Sexual Cannibalism’s reason could be to make sure that each creature only has one mate. Because  the female wants only he r children to be the strongest so by mating with the strongest male and then eating him, she insures that. cannibalistic infanticide could have a lot of reasons. One could be to make sure that there are no “flaws” in the species, but eating the weakest or “flawed” baby. It could also just be another way of getting food. If the mother eats her flawed weak child, then it will give her the nutrition she will need to feed the rest of her young.

This is a video, taken on 11/6, voting day

* I had a picture but it will not upload