NEXT on KELLY'S BLOG...when good fencing schools go bad!! Stay tuned for further updates...
so anyway I haven't written for awhile because life's kinda been crazy. Not bad crazy like before, but nutty crazy. Perhaps after school ends I will go back and relive this entire month for you out there, my studio audience...but as for right now I'm avoiding reading Faulkner (worst book I have EVER read) and studying for Anatomy. Good times.
I would just like to mention alittle thing that happened today. A little tiny thing. Yo, so I'm sitting there in economics. Chilling like usual, mocking out Cornell's shiny shoes, etc. and I get a text message and I know its gotta be from Kim because she would and I think "yea its prolly 'pocket vibrate' because she would because she knows that always scares me. So I turn around and say "Kimberly!" And she looks at me and was like "yes?" and she was really scared and I was like "yes, pocket vibrate" and I go on with my life, right? So then Cornell finally goes off to Cornell land and he can't see me so I take out my phone, read my tm, and gasp, and start cough/choking and I turn around and say, "KIMBERLEY!!!!!!" Anyway...so that's my life...
I love you Kim, though...I'm very happy for you!! <3 <3!!!
(ps, you're cute!)
(Confidential to someone else: MONDAY!!!)
So thus is my life... I am so excited about prom. Its going to be so much fun and I'm really excited and I finally found a present for Brian (if I haven't mentioned it Friday's also our anniversary ) and that's sweet. Brian's cool except when I freak out at him and he's like "duh" and I'm like "HOW...WHAT?...gah I hate you!!" But I don't REALLY hate him (if anyone didn't notice).... hahaha.
Yearbooks are mad sweet...Brian you rock my world and you rocked the yearbook. I enjoyed Mr. Jensen's Ode to Brian in the end like "I love you Brian, you are amazing, you are by far the best person I have ever worked with and you are my God." And since Mr. J is Brian's best friend ever I get a yearbook because I'm on yearbook! Remember when I was on yearbook?? Yea, me too!!
Oh man, I just got my prom dress (Mrs. Kinney just finished it) and its sooo amazing and it is the love of my life and if I weren't marrying so many people already, and an airport, I would definetly marry it. I guess we'll just be in love.
Senior awards were hot. Did I mention them? Brian's physics nerd of the year, Liz is Bio nerd of the year, Kim's Air Force girl, Chelsea's German kid of the year, and I'm French kid of the year. woot woot!!
hahahaa plantwoman makes the yearbook. She hugged me today and told me "if only I had that body in real life" and I was like "yea, and you're not a superhero??"
speaking of sweet--Liz and me in Business First. I know we are.
Encampment, as defined by camp songs, Laura Bishop, Pam Burghardt and the smallest unit in camping history equals love. That was awesome. I'd say my proudest moment was coming home from camp hearing "DAM DAM DAM!!" in the front of the bus and knowing that I, Kelly Cooper, and Marie and Liz, taught them that. Awwwwww~ it was great.
I'm a little hunk of tin
Nobody knows what shape I'm in
I've got four wheels and a running board
I'm not a Chevy, I'm a Ford
Chorus:
Honk honk rattle rattle crash crash beep beep
Honk honk rattle rattle crash crash beep beep
COMING SOON--complete list of best camp songs ever created. I have the list, I just hafta type them in. Aw, my life.
And fencing--Joel...nobody likes you....please leave. NEWSFLASH:::::::::: hi, my name is Kelly, I've been fencing for 5 years. I personally was taught by THE greatest fencer in New York State, perhaps of all time. I fence by HIS rules and the way HE taught me to. I don't care who the hell you think you are because you're no Steve and I'm sure as heck not going to give up my excellent (hahaha) footwork to do your cruddy way? ok? you can go to hell! If my footwork wasn't working I think I would have figured out to do something different and your footwork is ugly. I know how to advance. I know how to retreat. And I sure as hell know how to lunge. So.....you suck.
p.s. if you don't know who Liz, me, Dana, and Chelsea are then you really shouldn't be teaching fencing in Buffalo and that's that.
p.p.s. congrats to Ben McCabe for receiving the most improved fencer's award!!
And in closing before I move on and do my homework:
and open letter to someone I hate:
Dear Billybob Faulkner
i hate you so much it makes me cry and I hope that you die because you smell really funny bad horrible gross and i hate you also you really suckity suck suck suck suck and i hate you with my heart which is (I remember now) as cold as the English brisk wind I used to play in as a child when my pet dog fluffy who was white fuzzy and effervecent) this is because you suck and (once there was a person who lived next door to me and he cut down the trees nearby and then he burned them in the backyard next to my house garage and I was up in the morning all alone by myself tout seule and I smelled smoke dark smokey infaliable and I ran quickly speedily down the stairs and through the living room and through the dining room and through the kitchen and down the stairs 1 2 3 4 and I opened the door and I saw my dog and the fire which was only coming from the wood and I forgot what happened next but Mary McGrath (I remember something now) asked me about it the next day) are a horrible person.
-Me.
On a not related note: I would do anything in the world and give up all this to have my daddy back with me. It still doesn't seem real. Oh. My. God. I love you Daddy. I miss you. I miss you every day of my life more then I can possibly say. I love you Daddy. I thank God everyday that you are so wonderful and that you are happy. I love you Daddy ~your little girl.