Wednesday, November 18, 2009

All about me...

IT'S A SIGN OF THE APOCOLYPSE!!! We have a blog topic all about ourselves for the first time! yaaayy. I promise I won't make you fall asleep.

When I have free time, my thoughts mainly consist of "hmm, I have nothing to do. Maybe I could take a walk outsi- OOH FACEBOOK!!! I'll just get on it for a minuttee.."

And then, my friends, is where I make my fatal mistake. See, it's near impossible to go onto Facebook for "a minute." Because the instant you get on, you could either be a.) assaulted with a person wanting to chat with you (and you can't say no because you don't want to hurt their feelings) b.) a quiz that seems interesting that you simply must take (and once you reach this point, many other quizzes are pulled up and you MUST take these ones as well). c) an interesting post that you must comment on. or d.) and object/random thought that inclines you to update your satus, etc.etc.... So you see, the cycle is neverending. These options may come up at any order, but always occur when you get on this horribly addicting website.

I think I (and every other teenager on this planet) needs to go to rehab, because Facebook is starting to keep us from doing average everyday tasks, such as
- Doing your homework
- Studying for a test
- Neccesary things such as brushing your teeth/bathing/being attentive to the world around you.
- Listening to your parents
- Doing your chores
And most importantly, HAVING A LIFE.

It's like the force- to battle it, you have to have some of the power yourself. For example, to avoid the endless black hole that is Facebook, I battle it with something that is equally, or almost as addictive. For me, these things would include reading, watching TV, practicing percussion, practicing piano (which is probably more absorbing than percussion), or writing. I am a big fan of Language Arts. I love to write and read...All of that good stuff. If I could get a job in the future (anything that excludes math) I would chose to actually make time so I could write a Novel. I write stories all the time. I've written one that's about Novel-length, but it's probably not good for publishing.

And you know what I'll do in the future when I get that first Novel Published? I'll let everyone know...

BY POSTING IT ON FACEBOOK!!!!!!

Now, let me tell you how my last two weeks have been. It's been a LOT less stressful for me than the past two six weeks have been. That could either be because marching band is finally over with or because I'm finally figuring out a work system that clicks with me. It's most likely a combination of both. But you know, it finally feels like things are falling into place just the way they need to. I'm very calm and relaxed, and you won't see me freaking out any time soon (yaaayy!!!) I also recently took up to volunteering at the Northwest animal rescue. It's at Petsmart, and I basically go there, where they have a bunch of cats (mainly kittens) and I take care of them. That includes cleaning the catboxes, feeding, and watering them, but that's okay because after that I get to snuggle with a bunch of cute kitties that love being held. :)

Anyway, so long, farewell, auf weidersein and goodbye!!!! :)



~ Anna K.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Frida Kahlo, OH MAHH!! D:


Prepare thyself...


Dun-Duh-na-NAAA!!!! :)


Hello! Or as Frida Kahlo would say, hello! Only she would say it a lot better than I just did. Frida Kahlo is not only a great painter, but she is also an icon for Latin America, and for women of all shapes and sizes. At age six, Frida contracted polio, which she disguised well by wearing vibrant, elaborate skirts, such as the one in the picture above. When she was eighteen, she was involved in an accident that nearly took away her ablilty to walk for good. But she made it through. Eventually, she was able to walk again, but she was still plagued by bouts of agonizing pain in her injured leg for the rest of her life. These attacks often left her bedridden for months. During most of her life, she was hospitalized, and passed the time through painting. Many of her works were self-portraits, illustrating the suffering she went through in her life.
So this week was the last football game. HUZZAH!!!!KIND OF.....I don't know, I have mixed feelings about it now. I've gotten so close to to many people through it, and I'm kind of sad that I won't be able to be spending as much time with them. We did speeches for all the seniors beforehand. It was touching and life-changing and whatever, but extremely sad. There was a lot of crying (NATURALLY) a lot of hugging, and of course, a lot of crying AND hugging. Band won't be quite the same without all the seniors there, and I'm sad to see them go.


and OH MY GOSH, is it POSSIBLE to get RID of a picture? Can someone please enlighten me? I'm not patient enought to work it out for myself. -___-

Live long and prosper my little daffodils! (FAIL.)
~Anna K.