poem by me - "Alone"

I found this recently in my phone...something I'd written a couple months ago in my spare time. I dunno. Thought it might be interesting to share; see what all think.

You said you'd be there when the world stopped turning
When I fell down on my knees and cried out for hope,
You'd be right there waiting when I looked up

I believed every word

Now my world has stopped turning
I've fallen on my knees and cried out for hope
And I remember your words

But when I look up...

I'm still alone

TRIUMPH.

There was one good thing about today - I am now taking that Jazz class!!! =D So now on Mondays I've got Jazz from 6:30-7:15 and then Contemporary from 7:15-8:15. WOO!

Since it's Monday...yes, I did start classes today. I haven't done a whole lot of technique stuff in the past (okay, almost nothing), and have done absolutely NO ballet...so when we did a whole class of floor combinations (all the ballet-type stuff - spins, leaps, and all that), I was like AHH! But I suppose I do need it, and a class where it's prominently worked on will probably help me a lot. Of course, I'm also not that flexible...working on that D: The Jazz warm-up OF COURSE includes the splits, and in our combos we did a bunch of leg-kick things that I'm just not capable of yet.

Well, I'll try and get there.

Uhmm...not too much else happened today, honestly. Nothing worth talking about, anyway. Tomorrow's a halfday, so we'll see how that goes?

Big, fun plans for this weekend. But that's in the future :P

Why I love scene kids (such a fail explanation)

Y'know, there's a funny thing about scene kids...something that contributes to making raving as a whole so wonderful. Obviously, like any personality trait it can't be applied to every scene kid you see walking down the street, and it's true 100% of the time, 24/7. Maybe it's just a trait that appears when two scene kids capable of it get together and meet, but when someone who doesn't understand how they are comes...well, it's not quite the same. I'm not sure if that even made sense, but in any case it made sense to me.

Let me explain.

When you meet certain scene kids, you can literally be friends in a matter of minutes, even seconds. If you send them the right vibes (meaning, you're not mean, don't act like an attention-hungry whore, etc.) and are just a straight-up real person, they're some of the most chill people you could ever meet. Most of them can be really accepting, and although occasionally falling on the judgmental side (don't we all), all-around hilariously fun friends - crazy, wild, and always up for a good time.

I feel like I'm not telling this properly, so I'll give a few examples.

EXAMPLE ONE.

My group of friends and I went to this kiosk in the mall, because some of them apparently knew the girl working there. She was a raver - scene kid, like all of us. I never even found out her name, but we got talking and literally within 2 minutes were acting like we were best friends. Totally comfortable with each other, laughing and joking around like we'd known each other forever.

EXAMPLE TWO.

We ran into this group of kids, and since some people we were with knew them starting hanging out with them. I got to talking to one of the girls, and we seriously did not STOP talking for the next maybe hour or two. Everyone was just having all these different conversations at once, a huge congregation of people who mostly had not known each other previously but within minutes were chatting like they were all old friends catching up. No awkwardness, no "pregnant pauses" - just a bunch of totally open kids becoming fast friends. By the end of it, I'd given my number out to quite a few people and got just as many numbers in return. This isn't the first time something like that's happened; we've already been keeping in touch.

EXAMPLE THREE.

This is more like...a general example, I guess. At raves.
How you meet someone: Go up to them out of nowhere, say "hey, I'm (insert name here)!" and give them a hug. Yes, it really is that simple. From there you can either go dance with them, talk with them, swap numbers, trade kandi...or even leave it at that hug. Friendships are often made within seconds, and if numbers are gotten, they usually last. It's just a great sort of person to be around, you know? It's a group of people that are just really fun to be around, as I said before a congregation of friends in the making.

I sorta suck at explaining this type of thing, so I hope that made even a little bit of sense. The thought just struck me and I felt the impulse to write about it.

I'm so happy to be able to get along with scene kids, though...people say I'm one of them. I suppose I consider myself to be, too. After all, it would be a tremendous compliment. At least, to me it would be, anyway.

What can I say? "Scene" is just the kind of person I guess I've always wanted to be.

ughhhh! (mixed feelings)

So, today I had my choir mini-retreat, 2-7.

It was fine, you know. We learned some choreography for our first and biggest performance of the year - our medley is from Legally Blonde (yay!). I'll admit it straight-out, the choreographers this year kinda suck at teaching. The choreography itself is pretty good, but they sorta murmur to each other a lot, which takes away from our learning time. Also, they have a way of doing like, the different hand or leg every time, so we never know which one is right. And they do all the moves facing away from us, so we can't see what their arms are doing - they say they can't "mirror," but I think that to be choreographers they need to learn, because otherwise none of us really have any idea what to do. OH, and they didn't really put us in correct spacing, meaning that only like the front row could see them, and even though I could usually get myself in a place where I could see them, there was NO way for me to see their feet. It got a little irritating, as you can imagine. Especially since they didn't even teach us the words or tune beforehand.

But in the end, I basically got the choreography. So I guess it'll be ok, once we're in the normal choir room which has a mirror. We were on stage today.

There was just one more thing today that I have some mixed feelings about. Remember how I auditioned for Ensemble yesterday? Well, the choir teacher came up to me today after the choir mini-retreat. On the optimistic side, she told me that out of all the 135 auditions, my vocals were the best by far. Remember, I'm only a sophomore - this audition was for all grades. She said that when the judges got to reviewing my audition, all they could say was "wow." So yes, that's an amazing compliment and I was very flattered. BUT. Ensemble is a show choir, meaning it focuses primarily on dancing ability. She also told me that although I'm not in any way a bad dancer, I simply fell in the middle. I didn't "pop" enough to win out against the older, more experienced dancers. Of course, as I think I've mentioned before (maybe not), I haven't danced since I was 8. Technically, I've only "really" been dancing for like 3 months...and I'm already fitting in just fine with the Advanced classes and falling in the middle with all these auditioners. Bear in mind, I am not bragging. Merely stating fact. So...I guess it's a win-lose situation. I'm irritated that obviously I'm not going to get into Ensemble, but then she said that I should definitely keep dancing, because she was amazed at how much I had improved since last year...so I'm both happy about the great compliments and discouraged because I didn't make it in. Blah.

Oh, and one more thing. I'm already taking the Contemporary class which I LOVE, but there's a Jazz class that's just the hour before it (they run consecutively) and my choir instructor told me that Jazz would be a good class to take for "show choir"-style dance. I asked my mom, and she agreed to let me take Jazz as long as I get my homework done, which is fine. Then my mom let my dad know, and he...well, he doesn't exactly agree. He's more of a bookworm sort of guy, you know? In fact, I can hear them talking about it now...can hear him saying how he doesn't want me to do it. I can't understand all the words because they're whispering, but I heard him say something about me pisses him off...probably that I don't like my AP European History class. He's a history guy; he doesn't understand. I am trying to like it, but so far, nothing. It's not like I'm gonna drop out, though. I'm not a quitter. It just...well, it hurts me that he can't find a way to agree with letting me do what I love. He doesn't understand that I really do having this growing passion for dance; it's one of those things that just highlights my life and makes it worthwhile. I love it, love how it makes me feel. So I hope my mom wins out in this, because I think it could really help me.

Ahhh, should I be happy or discouraged about today? I don't know...I guess I'm both.

hmm...interesting

Alright, so today had 2 main points: the Ensemble audition and the time when I was supposed to go candyflipping. "Supposed to" being the main term here.

The Ensemble audition actually went really well - much better than last year, when instead of singing "I was cheated by you" I sung "I was cheating on you." Yeah. Sort of embarrassing. This time around, I flipped two words but otherwise did great as far as I was concerned; and in my mock audition, I don't mean to brag but the other girls in my choir gave me some pretty good feedback. As for my dance audition...I actually think I didn't do too bad. I mean, naturally everyone has their occasional mistakes when they're taught a dance in like 15 minutes; but for the time I was given, I was impressed with myself. Only thing is, I dunno what my face looked like - that might've been funny. But I'll hope for the best.

As for the rest of the night...erm, it was interesting. My audition ran until like 3:30, and I had to take a shower (I was sweating like you wouldn't believe omg) so I picked my two friends up at 4. We didn't get a ride to where we needed to be until like 6 or 7, which was ridiculous...no way to possibly candyflip. And considering the time a trip takes, I wasn't going to anyway; I looked myself up with some Ketamine (drug of choice ftw) instead. Apparently, for $40 I got enough K to mess up seven people. Yeah. That's definitely going to be used over a long period of time...no way I'm using that all up at once.

We ended up having to be brought home at like 9:30, which was fine - I guess I've worked up some kind of tolerance, because I'm not bad at all. Like, my pupils aren't even dilated...which is weird because they ALWAYS ARE, even when I'm sober D: I'm gonna go to the eye doctor soon and get that checked out, 'cuz it's not normal - maybe they even have eyedrops to reduce the dilation! That would be so sickkk.

Also, I met some awesome people today - apparently Arrowhead mall is like, jack full of ravers and people like that. So great. I got some numbers, plan on raving with some people, shared a few lines of my K...all that fun stuff. Their names are Jessica (Buttercup), Jake, and this other chick...wow wish I could remember her name D: Well, I will eventually. OH. And I finally got to see my amazing bestie again, Jon (Buddah)! I was SOOO happy to see him I can't even explain it...he was my K hook-up. I love him soooo much omg.

Butyeah. So overall, today had it's highs and lows. The whole late-night drug thing that wasn't thoroughly thought out: horrible idea. The overall turnout: Just perfect...for me. So far, anyway. I feel bad for my other two friends, who were rolling (on Ecstasy) and now have to deal with parents at home. I really hope they don't get caught; that'd be horrible.

I'll pray for them tonight.

off-set plans

Hello again,

Uhm...so today's been a mildly interesting one, I guess. I've got an audition tomorrow for a spot in the Ensemble show choir at my school, which has only 40 spots - 20 for guys, 20 for girls. It's a singing and dance audition, to an excerpt from the song "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson. I'm not overly-worried about the song itself, although I have to admit I'm pretty nervous...auditions in front of all the other people trying out in the auditorium scares me. But I'm trying to stay confident; I'm gonna try and work up the courage to do a mock audition during class tomorrow, so I can sort-of get my nerves gone. I really really wanna get in this year.; I feel like I've improved so much since last year...like I actually deserve to get in this time. And it would just make me feel like I've actually gotten somewhere with this singing/dancing thing, you know? I SO hope I'm good enough to make it in...

However, I've also just recently remembered that tomorrow is also the day I planned to candy flip (acid - mentioned in the previous entry). That and now my mom wants to talk to the parent of the friend whose house I'm going to end up at...I don't think that will be a problem, but you never know. And on top of that, to candy flip I need time - I've got to go home at 11 that night and if I don't get to start my trip until like 3 or 4, I might not be sober by that time. Considering my pupils already have dilation problems, that is completely not OK. So basically, I have no idea how this is all gonna work out. I've gotta make sure my eyes are normal by the 11; that's the main thing. I'll take Benedril to get to sleep - two outta knock me out if one doesn't. And besides, my show choir day-long "retreat" doesn't start until 2, so I've got some time to recuperate; it's just the length of the trip I have to worry about, or so it would seem. But then, I'm making sure I take a VERY low dosage...like, as low as it can be without it being pointless. So hopefully that'll make the trip shorter and less intense. I dunno.

Any advice would be appreciated. Like, on how to decrease pupil dilation, make trips shorter...that kind of thing.

Well, wish me luck!

Today...

Alright, so I do feel better today...sorry for my breakdown yesterday, and if I went against anyone's views.

I'll probably end up doing that a lot - this is supposed to be completely honest, after all. So I hope we can all get around that somehow.

There were two "highlights" to this day:

1) Sam (yes the one who was an example in my Cycle entry) and Sammi broke up a day ago. Now Sam has decided to text me again and after a bit of talking, I suppose we'll be hanging out sooner or later. Sammi doesn't care about him at all anymore, so it's not a problem; and besides, she did take him from me in the first place. Call it rebound? I don't know, but I figure it's worth a shot. Other than Keith, I don't really have anything else going for me right now. And you all know how my thoughts of Keith are... =/

2) I'm going to get to try acid on Friday, if all goes as planned. I really didn't want to mention this on here, because of once again people are probably going to revolt and spring forth, frothing at the mouth that this is a horrible thing I'm doing and they have no respect for me...well, I don't know what to say to you people. All I can say is that this was meant to be real, and so I do feel obligated to keep my word and not leave anything out. The main thing I'm worried about with this acid thing is that the trip apparently can last from like 6-12 hours, and my pupils have dilated issues already...I hate that. PLUS, I probably can't do a sleepover on account of the fact I have a show choir mini-retreat the next day starting at 2. No idea how it's all gonna work out. Blah.

So yeah, that's pretty much my summary of the day. I feel a little off today (stomach-wise) so I'm not going to Dog Agility. Just gonna sit at home, read some of my AP Euro chapter because I don't know how much I'm supposed to read tonight, and make sure all my homework's done. And roleplay, try to get some posts in.

Wow. Never realized what an odd, random person I am. Don't know many ravers who can also be labeled as a freak-nerd for role-playing...that's a guilty pleasure, though. No one knows about that but me and now, whoever's reading this.

If anyone's even reading this.

breakdown

So I had a breakdown today. If anyone looked at this before I edited it to paragraph-style...it was pretty sloppy and chopped up because I was typing it in my room in the dark, on the floor, with techno blasting from the set of one of the raves I've gone to (Kandiland V, if anyone cares to know). I bawled for about half and hour, maybe longer. Uncontrollably. Stella was more of a hazard than help...she's too young to realize when someone's in pain. But Toby was amazing - he was so sweet, licking away my tears and sitting down next to me as I cried. Wonder why I was breaking down? This is it.

I feel like my whole world is just empty without raving...nothing exciting, no great highs that go beyond the realms of my imagining, just a boring straight line only broken by extreme lows. Its like I lost a massive chunk out of my life the moment I got caught...the section of my world I loved the most. And it left me in ruin, trying to pick up the pieces. Why did I love it so much? That's easy - it was the only break I ever got from my unexciting life. In fact, it was the only place I could truly be me, without worrying about what anybody thought because everybody just accepted me. You see, being at a rave is like taking a trip to a different world. A world where your just surrounded by love...even from complete strangers. Almost everyone's friendly, there are people to meet, friendships to strengthen, relationships to start. It's like a huge congregation of people who just want to have an amazing time - all people who love the same music, the same scene, and have a lot of the same overall interests and styles. I felt like for the first time in my life, I truly belonged somewhere...as if I'd finally found my real identity: raver. And it felt awesome, something I can't properly explain. Maybe it's wrong to love raves so much. I don't really care. Others judge the scene, but the truth is they just don't know what it's actually like to be there; they focus on the drugs and ignore the great vibes, closely-bound family-style relationships, music, light spectacles, and other such aspects that make raves so wonderful. Honestly (and this goes for everything, not just raving), I don't think a person has any right to judge was someone's doing unless they've done it themselves...and even then they should only state it as their personal opinion, not a fact.

Example: Raves are bad. All the druggies go there just to get messed up.
Um, no? Sure, there are people there just for the drug scene...but many are Kandi Kids (like me!). What's a Kandi Kid, you ask? We wear all the kandi ("rave bracelets" or bead bracelets, I'm sure most know them as), and rave for the people to meet, music, and overall vibe...not for the drugs alone. Other people misjudge the scene because they don't really understand what it's about. They think they do, but unless they've been there and felt the good vibes, they don't.

And then now, I'm stuck at home with over-conservative parents who would never accept something like a raver for a daughter. After half a summer of lock-down, I'm afraid to get back out there - but it's killing me not to. Obviously. Like my best friend said just a few minutes ago when I went to him for comfort, "You were a free spirit you were free to do as you like and then...they locked you up it's just like locking up a bird that you just catch out of the air they want to be free and fly but they can't 'cause they are stuck in a cage." That's the truth; I can't believe someone could get it so perfectly.

I don't know if I can stand living like this for much longer, forced to like such a dull, gray life where I can't express myself properly. Like I'm trapped...just as my best friend said. Trapped in a confined world when all I want to do is break free again, and live.

The only question is, who will be able to liberate me?

Keith and the Cycle.

Describing Keith:

Varsity football.
Senior.
Tall.
Black.
Muscular. (AMAZING BODY OMG)
Medium-cute face.
Buzz cut.
Sexy deep voice.
Sensitive...maybe a little too much.
I think he likes to party? (he'd better)
Nice.
Maybe a little too concerned with everything.

My fetishes:

Muscular bodies. (particularly arms and abs)
Tattoos.
Piercings. (to an extent)
Black guys.

The issues? ONE, neither of us know very many of each others' friends - maybe like one or two. TWO, my parents have issues with me being with just guys...they only want "group" things.

I went out with Keith last year; it didn't go well because my previous relationship had sucked and I wasn't ready for another. We ended on good terms, but still. He got another girlfriend, and now that she dumped him over the summer, has come back to me. Do I really like him enough to have a relationship with him? See, I do want to say yes. I really do. But I don't know...I feel like I'm just not willing to make the effort to jump through all my parents' hoops to actually hang out with him, you know? It's so DIFFICULT to make things work, especially when we don't have many friends in common.

This could be my parents' fault, them making it all so hard.
This could be because we don't have a large number of (if any) friends in common.
This could also be my fault.

Maybe I have commitment issues. After all, no relationship has ever lasted past a month - and I've only really been into maybe one or two of them. The only guys I really fall for are the ones I never get...the ones I can never have anything but "things" with.

I recently noticed that it's a cycle, which works like this:

I meet a guy, he starts to like me.
I'm attracted to him, but I don't really "let" myself like him, fearing that he'll slip away.
We usually hook up, text a lot, and at least once or twice hang out.
I finally let myself start to like him.
Within a week, something unforeseeable happens and we either split apart immediately or slowly drift apart. It's never easy and always painful.

This happens in order every time I meet a potentially great guy, NO FAIL. Examples?

1. Josh.

He broke up with his last girlfriend, we grinded at the Spring Fling dance.
We started texting, flirting heavily.
I started to let myself like him, since he obviously liked me.
Hung out a few times, hooked up.
Went to church camp together, and when we got back hooked up again.
He went to California, and three days later I find out he has a girlfriend.
I really, really liked him...possibly loved him. It hurt like hell.

2. Sam.

We hooked up at a party.
Started texting a lot, flirting heavily.
Never got to hang out...we were both pretty busy all the time. But we always talked about it.
I decided I liked him, since he told me he liked me.
I went to California, and so did he, though in different parts.
Shortly after I got back, I asked him to hang out - he told me he was seeing someone.
A few days later, my best friend Sammi told me they were going out.

See the cycle? It's depressing. I don't want to think it's because of this cycle I've started to just straight-up NOT LIKE guys...I haven't REALLY liked anyone since Sam. Keith is...well, I don't know what Keith is. I want to like him, but I'm not sure if I actually do, you know?

Wow. Maybe I do have commitment issues.

First day of school

Well, here we are - the first day of school.

It wasn't all that bad, really. I felt stupid getting lost as a sophomore, but whatever...just proves how "blonde" I can be (forgetting I'm a natural brunette, of course). The classes were boring, seeming to drag on forever; just a bunch of papers passed out to be signed. Oh, and did I mention I forgot to print out and bring one of the summer assignments for my AP European History class? So tomorrow I get half credit. Brilliant.

As for the people...ever since I got caught raving at the beginning of the summer (a parent phone call, no less), my social life kinda dwindled a bit. Not saying I became an outcast or anything, but it just got...well, different. Like I didn't belong as much anymore because for now I have to lay low on the raving until I have trust again. So there are a lot of friends I didn't really get to see over the summer. Seeing them now, I'm really hoping to get totally back into the swing of those friendships - particularly with my friends Katie, Maddie, Sarah, and a bunch of others (my mind's a little blank right now, the entire list of names is escaping me. Forgive me). By the looks of it, I'll be able to; I just hope I'm not wrong.

This year is looking like it's got some pretty decent potential, if I play my cards right. Wish me luck!

The death dream that went too far

Even though this happened awhile ago...like, over six months...I thought I'd put it up here because it's just one of those dreams you don't forget. I guess some people would call it a nightmare, but for some reason I just never labeled it as that. It was just...eye-opening, in a way. Forgive me if it's kind-of vague; as stated earlier, I dreamed this a good while ago.

Most people have had that dream where they die, and then right before their actual death, they wake up, knowing that they died in the dream. It's always freaky - but this one dream I had took it one step further.

So, it started out with me in my house, during a sort-of family party I guess. One of my friends was there with me, but she was in the kitchen. I walked past a room in my house where there's a big window facing the street, with a couch underneath it where some family member was sitting. Suddenly, a massive comet/rock/thing crashed down and collided with the street. The family member jumped up and started screaming, and I ran to the kitchen, grabbing my friend. I already was noticing dust coming into the house from the impact, and my only hope was to escape the dust. So I took my friend and my dog and hid under the covers of my bed. The dust washed over us, and after a few seconds I could, with some difficulty, breathe it. (Sort-of like the dust after the Twin Towers crashed) So we got out of the bed and, after finding the families of both myself and my friend, we started moving to higher ground in the mountains to escape the dust. My dog was still with me, of course.

We ended up in the snowy mountains, and once the dust had cleared enough for us to breathe, we returned to the house. I guess more of the comets/rocks were coming, because we started packing to leave. Apparently, there wasn't enough room for us all to go on one flight, so my friend, father, and I were scheduled to go on one plane while the rest of everyone (including my dog) were to go on another. I remember being very afraid.

We (my dad, friend, and I) went to board the plane, but instead found ourselves in a big tiled room, because two men with guns were "taking over" the airport or something. They had everyone on the slight lined up sitting against the walls, and they were in the center with our luggage. Now, before the meteor hit and all that, my friend, my mom, and I had gone shopping and gotten a crapload of clothes. Apparently, our moms had arranged for the clothes to be taken wherever we were because some men came in carrying these massive shopping bags and placed them on our laps. We started crying in horror because this struck me as absolutely terrible.

Anyhow, one of the men came by and was like flirting with us or something, and I like flirted back and I guess I did something wrong because he got all pissed and took my solid gold bracelet and walked away. I thought that was the end of it, but later the other man started calling me this word...it began with a "Q" but I don't remember it...though I learned later in reality that it's a law term for someone who's doing stuff against the law or something. Anyhow, they kept accusing me of being that and at the time I had no idea what it meant. So I started getting all frantic and was practically yelling at them asking them what it meant as the man rose the gun. I remember having the horrid fear swell up in me and as he pointed it at my forehead, I screamed "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" one last time before I heard my friend screaming, heard the blast of a gunshot, and dimly felt my head jerk backwards as something collided with my forehead. Then everything went black.

Now, that's usually where death dreams stop, right? You'd wake up now, wouldn't you? And usually I do. But not this time. No, instead the blackness quickly faded to a bright white, broken only by a gunshot hole that looked like the bullet had pierced through paper. I could hear myself breathing really fast, and as a strip of tiny pictures I couldn't make out appeared in the white (like the string of pictures you get from a photo booth), I remember thinking those thoughts you think at the end. Stuff like "Oh my god, this is the end of me. This is the end of Kiara. What happens now? What's gonna happen to me? It's really over. This is the end of me. Oh my god. I'm really gone. It's all over." And I won't deny I was pretty afraid...well, more like terrified Then I realized I could still hear my fast, accelerated breathing, so I kept telling myself to keep breathing, just keep breathing.

Then finally, my eyes snapped open and I was in my room, head dully sore, still breathing hard. I'd died and I'd stayed dead. I'd thought I was really dead.

I don't know; it scared me to death. Why I wanted to share this...I'm not sure - maybe just to see how anyone would react to this. After all, not many get experience death first-hand in their dreams. At least, not to this sort of extent.

Just starting out...

Hi,

Before today, I'll admit I never really thought about blogging...it was just one of those things that never occurred to me, you know? But lately I've been feeling the need to get some emotions out; just have a place to talk. So I think I'm going to try this blog thing out, see how it goes. In fact, I think I might make this a diary of sorts...with everything in it, even dreams I've had the night before. No rules, no exceptions. Just me, honest and simple.

I'll start out with a little bit about me - that seems like a pretty decent place to begin.

I've been 15 since April 8, living as an only child in Phoenix, Arizona। My parents are a little...well, okay I'll be honest - they're conservative, overbearing control freaks who had me a little late in years. At 5'1"3/4 (I round it up to 5'2"), I was the tallest in my class up through elementary school but am now stuck with some of the school's shortest kids. It suits me fine; I don't mind being fun-sized^^. I go to high school like most teenagers, hang out with friends, party (rave also), try to keep up the grades...especially in the two honors classes. Out of school, I enjoy all forms of dance (jazz, hip hop, contemporary, lyrical, jazz funk, hardstyle/kandi step, etc.), though I take Contemporary at the studio Conservatory of Dance. I also taking singing lessons, participate in one of my school's show choirs, role-play, draw when the inspiration grips me, take pictures, and do Dog Agility, among other things. Apart from that, I've got a few pets: Toby the border terrier mix, our new border terrier puppy Stella, a white and blue parakeet Crystal, and a handful of fish. Toby is depicted in the below photo.

I start school tomorrow; it's no lie that I'm a little unexcited to start my sophomore year. My life sorta sounds normal, looking at it like this - but we'll see. I mean, I left out a lot.

What's the point in spilling your guts during the first entry?