Derp

Pardon my melodrama. My internet "ban" isn't as crazy as I made it out to be. As long as I have what I need to have done by the end of the week done, I can get on the compy. But the mind makes situations much more dramatic when frantically typing on an iTouch late at night. 
Any who. Not much to report, things are going well so I want to ramble about what I currently see myself doing after high-school. 
First, go to college, probably art school, and get a degree that will probably be ultimately useless, like in special effects make-up, or design, or fine arts. While in college I will work to save up money to buy a hearse. Probably a buick. I like how the Flxable ones look, plus they seem the roomiest. Also for gas money and food and stuff (I'll have started this when I get a job this summer too, so I'll hopefully be able to have some money already saved up) And then after college, or when I finally have enough to get said hearse, I want to travel just... wherever. Be a nomad and live in the back of my hearse and take odd-jobs and work on art and writing and do commission work. Gypsy it up, meet interesting people all over the country. All the while living in irony.
Then after that I'll settle down somewhere pertinent to the career I want to follow. Maybe be a special effects make-up artist or do video game character design. Maybe photography or modeling if I can. Then once I find my niche, work hard and make a name for myself until I want to do something else, and the I'll do something else. Just do what I want to do. Maybe I'll go into costume design for theater companies. Maybe write a play or work on a musical career. Once I get over my stage fright I think I might have a shot at an opera career, which would be totally cool.
In the end I think I'll wind up in one of three places (in the US at least, I haven't thought about world-travel) Bozeman Montana, Somewhere in Arizona, or Somewhere in the mountains of Wyoming. I don't know why but I have kind of an affinity for those places. They just feel like places where I could settle and be content for a long period of time.


Well, now that I've rambled for a good several paragraphs, I'm going to go finish up some conversations with Scout and Kat and go to sleep. I have to be up before noon tomorrow because, get this you guys, I'm going to church. X3
Yeah shocking I know, but ti's unitarian and with the earlier mentioned friends so I'm expecting it to be pretty cool :3 TO SLEEP LAND! AWAAAAAAAAY!

A quick update

Well, I thought I should just make a quick note to whoever may read this blog often or regularly. I won't be updateing very much on account of my being "banned" more or less from the computer. I don't have much resentment towards this decision, because it's for my own good really, but I'm still a bit sad of course, I have a lot of attatchment to the Internet. It's kind of like other kids not being allowed to go out with their friends. The internet is where I go for social interaction, but once again, it's for my own good. I'll be able to focus on school work now, or at least reading, which is a step in the right direction. So, with the interest of my schooling at heart, I bind a fond (not entierly permanent) farewell.
~Kitty V.
P.s. You'll have to pardon any glaring spelling mistakes, I'm writing this without spell-check. :3

Me? Obsessed?

No of course not. o3o Not at all. You must be mistaking me with someone else.

But this Dr. Steel fellow is pretty gosh darn persuasive, and what slacker/artist wouldn't like the idea of a Utopian Playland? Seriously, name one. Well, you probably can... but that's beside the point. A steampunk acquaintance of mine introduced me to Dr. Steel's music, and at first I wasn't very fond of it, mostly because I'd been listening to nothing but Frank Sinatra and gentle-tastic techno. So I ignored the music and watched the propaganda and read about his vision and things like that, and whaddayano, I really liked the ideology behind it. The next day I gave the music a second listen and it didn't sound so... WTFBOOMish. So I enlisted in the Army of Toy Soldiers too. And now I'm plotting how much black ink printing out a couple pages of those pictures up there would use up so I can paste them up around my school. Like I said, GOSH DARN PERSUASIVE. So yes. There's that *Dr.Steelforfutureworldemperorcoughcough*

In other news, however, I have some super awesome news! Firstly I made call-backs for My school's top choir, hoorah. Now I just have to learn a random piece of music and sing it with other people at call backs.

And also, I had some srs bsns doodles on my hand the other day and Dave saw them and asked me to scan my hand and e-mail it to him for a prospective Cycling Jersey. (He's the owner and founder of Primal Wear. If you ride bikes, check it out, the jerseys are pretty cool.) Him and his art team then decided that they were going to turn it into a jersey! So that's pretty cool too. :3

Well I think that's it. Now go brainwash yourself with this link --->  Dr. Steel

What is This?!

This weekend was actually fairly, dare I say, normal. Of course, not really normal, but nothing crazy dramatic happened and I didn't go through a maelstrom of weird emotions, plus I actually went out in public and did things, wonders of wonders! So on Saturday I went to a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. The play was fabulous, the cast did such a fantastic job of making the Shakespearean language come across with modern feelings. Not to mention the physical comedy was outrageous. (it also didn't hurt that Robin Goodfellow was very, very, attractive) I also went in a steampunk outfit. A lot of people complimented me on my miniature top-hat. 

Then this next tale requires some back-story.

Last week I joined a steampunk LARP, which hasn't quite gotten off the ground yet. I get to be the bookkeeper and update the blog detailing our adventures. I'm pretty excited, my character's name is Rebecca Moores. I've always wanted to find a way to be Rebecca, and this just feels right. So again, I am excited.

But what happened this weekend doesn't deal with the LARP itself, but the creator of it. We had been talking in and out of character and the other night he asked me to go to the mall with him. I did, and while it was a bit awkward I didn't really expect anything different. It was pretty fun, though I don't think I'd get romantically involved with him, to be honest... he just has too much bravado all the time. Maybe if I'm around him a bit more he'll loosen up a bit. Eh, I dunno. But woa you guys, you see that? That's a semi-almost normal relationship encounter. Seriously you should all be proud of me. This is some srs bsns right up in here. ... SRS.

Down-Trodden

Despite my new "Help my child be less of a failure in school" therapist that my mum decided I should start seeing, my zeal for doing homework is even lower than before. In fact, there are several large projects that I should probably be working on instead of writing a blog post, but I'm just so off-put by the idea of doing homework that I can't bring myself to put in some serious work on them. And my therapist has given me no ideas on how to mentally get myself going. All she's told me are the things I've heard before. Manage my time more wisely. Be more organized. Write your homework down. Well golly gee those would work, if I could just put forth the effort and actually do them. It's not even the computer that's the problem, if I have to be off the computer I'll pick up a book, or a drawing or maybe I'll write something. Basically until I decide I'm going to change, I'm probably won't. And I doubt that I'll be changing my mind anytime soon, because despite their pointlessness in the long run, there is a lot of stupid shit for me to occupy myself with.

Uhm in other news I had a glorious moment of clarity in school today and mixed up today's schedule with tomorrow's. (There were snow days the past two days and so our days got all mixed around and such.) I thought I had first lunch, like most wednesdays. SOmehow it made sence in my mind. So off I go to lunch, which I get and I sit down and notice that no one is there, this for some stupid reason doesn't set off a bell in my head. About thirty minutes into lunch with me sitting there like an idiot and wondering why all these people have the same lunch as me that I didn't know about I realize I must have gone to the wrong lunch. This is not the first time this has happened to me. In fact this has already happened at the beginning of the school year. Needless to say, I really didn't want to face the humility, however brief, of arriving to class so very late and having to explain why. Besides I am running out of tardies to use in the mornings, and one more in some other class is the last thing I need. (We can have 5 tardies before getting detention and 3 unexcused absences) I didn't think I was ever going to need another unexcused period, seeing as I never ditch class (well not anymore...) So of going through all of that, I just skipped math. I went to the library and read gothic horror stories for about an hour and then went to art. Good end of the day. I even had a pleasant rehearsal, and helped kelsey and some other guy organize the props closet until my mum could pick me up. 

Though that started the downward spiral of my day. When I get in the car my mother informs me that my brother's gotten in a car crash. He didn't get hurt but the car did. We of course go driving straight to where he is, and my mum starts bitching about Jude not being sorry enough and wanting to see his boyfriend instead of being more sorry about the car. I of course think she has no right to be getting mad at Jude for not getting upset about the right things. But, I don't say this out loud because I try to keep my teenage snarkiness in check around my mom. Then my mom starts going off on me about how she knows I lie to her about getting school work done and I lose my head a bit and explain to her why a bit harshly, so she stops talking like she always does when anything gets "too heated" for her. We pick up Jude and he is a mess emotionally, I felt so bad for him. Then my mom starts saying all these stupid things like, "Why weren't you driving the jeep? Wreck your own car next time!" the only thing differentiating the statement from yelling was some very brief, very unhelpful laughter. She also asked about how the crash happened so that the air bags went off, and commented how Jude needed to wash his clothes to get the airbag smell off of him. I wanted to yell at her, she was not being kind or motherly in any way. Sure jude fucked up but at least let him get over the initial shock and not be in tears before you start berating him!

And then she bitched about my work some more and got frustrated with the way I was saying things, which was pretty much lacking emotion except for maybe a pinch of resentment, and left again.

So now I'm where I started off talking about. Reluctant to do work that's due tomorrow. Fantastic.

Pardon me while I go slowly chip away at something I don't really care about.