J.C. and character biographies are haunting my thoughts...
By J.C., I do, of course, mean "Julius Caesar", the one play that the entire English department was supposed to read (Meaning, of course, that I'm the only one who actually did so...). I have no regrets, however...I would love to play Brutus at some point in my life...
Maybe I could get Billy to write a female version...
I'm in the middle of 2nd period (Newspaper, A.K.A. the class I do nothing in but read Dave Barry and catch up in my other 6 classes...), and so I'm trying to relax and make myself believe that I'm not really as sick as I feel...
But I am...And I don't want to go to the doctor this afternoon, but if I don't, I think I'll keel over dead...Which isn't too much fun, in total honesty...
Tapping is this week...I don't know which day, and apparently "it's not Thursday" (Which means that Thursday is back on my list of possible days...). I just hope I don't look like crap when they come to give me flowers...I have to be a "Pretty Pretty Princess", right?
I love character biography days simply because I get to pretend to be someone for the whole 6th period, and I get to interact in a whole new way with my peers...I hate character biography days because of the paperwork...The stupid adjectives, the annoying questions, etc...They annoy me to no end, but I must admit, they're helpful for finding out more about the person you're trying to become...
I'm playing a doctor who's channeling a girl's dying grandmother...
And that, my friends, is drama.

Blah. (And with great fervor do I say so...)
That's how I feel today. Sick. Aching. Like my throat consists of one too many scrapy, spiny thingies who have all decided to go on a week of "Kelley Strike".
Ugg...
I don't really have the energy to write much more, but I figured I should inform the general public of my ailments, right before I cough on Fr. Derk after the six P.M. mass this evening...Fun!
If I fall dead on the keyboard, I'll let you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

If only there was a way to save people from drunken madness, by way of lovely little Fiddler's Green...I love that place, but I hate drunken people...
Our carwash was successful, minus the few people that I was planning on having to support should I collapse and die of heat exhaustion...But I'm fine. We made about $130-$140, and so I'm really excited (That darling little Wal-Mart corporation is giving us [And 14 million other groups that waste their Saturdays with carwashes...] a price-match thingy, which means we'll have about enough money to put out our last issue and fight over 4 and 1/3 slices of pizza...Good times...). We had fun, I feel like a pink, dehydrated blob with nails poking into random spaces around my head, and in total logic, all of that should have constituted in my lack of Fiddler's Green-ness for The Wyndbreakers show tonight...
But if you thought that, you'd be wrong.
Very, very wrong...
We went out...I must again stress how much I disapprove of drunken nature...It startles me, and personally, it makes me genuinely ashamed to be around whoever I'm...Well...Around. But I got past it...I've seen the choir drunk before, so it wasn't all that new or startling an experience...Until they started playing "coaster games". Kelley perceives these to be simple gauges of how drunk the drunks really are...
They were pretty drunk...
So, I carefully moved my way out into the happy little stage area, and got to a chair that made me feel as if I was actually sitting on the stage, justifying the lead singer continuously kicking my chair and then pretending he knew nothing about it...And how can I forget the stunning rendition of "Happy Birthday" to the man who looked like he was somewhere close to the age of 612 (But still feeling 424 years young, baby!)...He "should have been dead already, he was so old", Natalie would say (And did a few times over the course of the morning...Lots of nasty guys honking at us like Orange Blossom Trail ladies...Fun.)
Yes, yes...Big fat pink men kicking my chair and singing "Mustang Sally", while my parents sit near-drunk and laughing their heads off with members of our church choir, who are in the middle of "coaster games", trying to prove to their peers how coordinated they can be when they're intoxicated, without the omission of quite a few Irish drinking songs...
If that's not a normal teenager's Saturday night, I don't know what is...

Aladdin and Jasmine, sitting in a tree...
I went to Disney today. And never have I ever felt so much spite towards the members of my family.
They were driving me to murder. Or suicide...But I'd have been happier with murder, I think...
Epcot was beautiful...That park never ceases to amaze me. I'd been pulled out of 3rd so that I could skip school and enjoy myself at a theme park, and the day was falling nicely into place...On top of that, Davey Jones was going to play a concert...
Ahh...What a dreamboat...
Anyway, I was doing fine until about 2:30, when I started to feel faint. We'd stopped for lunch, but I could feel myself dragging, and the room was spinning like a drunken tea party (Which I would know nothing about, thank you very much...). I just wanted to unscrew my head and let it rest for a few minutes...But the day continued, we rode on the troll ride in Norway, made fun of the Canadians (Who have now been dubbed the "Cndens"...Eh?), and searching for beavers (Which were not found, adding to the increasing distress I was feeling...). The highlight of the day was easily while we were wandering through Japan and I found a pearl shop that was selling a set of earings and a necklace worn by Grace Kelly...
My namesake...
I was so happy...
I did, however, strike up random conversations with people in French (People who obviously COULDN'T speak French, mind you...I started asking for train stops, where the sleeping car was, if they had chalk boards, how to validate my ticket, what color old animals were, and where I could buy ham sandwiches...It was really rather gratifying, knowing that I can barely say "Bonjour" without bursting out into random fits of laughter, and yet, I had dumb, pink-ended tourists trying desperately to find me 1) A translator, and/or 2) A restroom....Everyone thinks that the French need restrooms...).
The day, in total honesty, wasn't horrendous, but I remain infinately tired, and worried that the goblin storms of rain are going to "wash out my car wash"...I desperately want tomorrow to be a success, both for my own hide, and for the sake of our Newspaper...
I'm going to go take heavy painkillers and see if I can sleep for more than three hours...That should be fun...
I still want a beaver...

Time for Kibble's class...I'm going to go pretend that I read Julius Caesar's misguided adventures...
(Even though I did...)
My team won Julius Caesar Jeopardy last class...6100 points...
You better belive it...

"The older I grow, the less important the comma becomes. Let the reader catch his own breath."
-Elizabeth Clarkson Zwart
Hmm...I like my commas, thank you very much...

I pick option D!
Everybody wins!

Guess what? Kelley's not here right now...
Q: How is Kelley writing this entry?
A) Out of body experience
B) Alter ego
C) She really can be in two places at once
D) Her computer was hijacked by Zebesian Space Pirates
Answer next time boys and girls...

Elise's mom really makes me hate the human race...I wish she'd just let the kid have some fun now and then...
Oh well...
As far as my parents go, they've decided to pull me out of class on Friday so that I can go to Epcot...
Yes. Isn't that weird? I feel like hitting them with something soft just to see if they react, or if rabid ants really have taken over their minds...
Either way, I'm cool with it.
Besides my abnormally "nice" family, my jaw feels like it doesn't enjoy the company of my braces...They're feuding, I think, and just like a divorce, the kid is getting all of the retaliation...It's not fair for me to be trapped in the middle of them...But I can't do too much about it for the time being...
I have to go make a t-shirt...Any suggestions would be appreciated...
At the moment, my vote goes to "Babette ate oatmeal."
Catchy...

So...
I think I'll have at least three "blogs" by the end of the evening...It's kind of amusing, actually...
I have to go make the final one for the evening...Then, comes time to make fun of people...
It shall be a good night...

How many times can Kelley put the word "nasty" into an entry?
Let's find out...

I'm trying to decide whether or not to ruin my life by picking out some sort of nasty template that doesn't work for me at all...Too bad I'm not inclined towards all the nasty, scary computer stuff like the rest of my family...Then again, maybe that's to my advantage...
Being like my family.
Not being like my family.
I'll have to get back to you on that. First, I must find my color scheme...

Ahh...The innate joys of making people read about my tirelessly boring life...At least you have two ways to go about it, now...And I think this one will be more of my lack of humor, spread to make anyone who possibly found amusement in my writing to roll over off of their comfy seats situated right in front of their high-tech computers, gagging, shreiking, and writihing from the pain of my not-funny no-sense-of-humor...
I tell you, it's all Dave Barry's fault...