Thanksgiving at My House

(Going around the table saying what we're thankful for)

Mom:  I'm grateful for all the many things Kassidy (my little sister) does for us.  I'm grateful for this free country and that the communists haven't taken over yet.  I'm so grateful for the air we breathe, the trees that process Carbon Dioxide, good music, my amazing family, my parents, and that we live in beautiful Park City.

Jacob (my little brother):  I'm grateful for the moon and that the earth isn't too close to the sun.  I'm also grateful for Pluto, no matter how much scientists bully it.  The poor guy. . .  Oh!  And I'm also grateful for Minecraft.

Kassidy (my little sister):  I'm so very grateful for my loving mother, and that I have the opportunity to serve so many people.  I'm grateful for school, and that I have good grades (the jerk), and for my awesome teachers.

Me:  Umm. . .  I'm grateful for. . . umm. . .  music.  And the internet.

Dad:  I like motorcycles.

HOW I GOT KICKED OUT OF PIT ORCHESTRA.

Yes, I actually managed to get kicked out of an extra-curricular activity.

No, I didn't run around the orchestra-pit with a trash can on my head.

No, I didn't blast crappy Justin Bieber music on my iPod.

I missed a practice.

I know, I know. . .   -_-

It's kinda funny how Mr. Taylor (the conductor) thinks my first priority in life is to go to Pit Orchestra practice EVERY DAY after school.

Well here's a message for him!

IT'S NOT!

Those of you who have orchestra with me know that I will NEVER get far in that area of music.

So why am I spending so much time playing the violin?

. . .

I have no idea.

What am I doing with my life?  I feel like I just wasted tons of years pursuing an instrument that isn't gonna do me any good!!!

I came to this realization yesterday.  The only thing I could do, was. . .

RAAAAAAAAH!!!  I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

. . . have a breakdown.

I put my violin as far away from me as possible and curled up in a ball. . . all night.

Anyways. . . I'm still kind of upset that I'm not in Pit Orchestra anymore, but it's not all bad :)

I talked to Mr. Taylor, and he said he'd let me perform in the play tonight because my stand-partner will be gone!!!  WOOHOO!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR TONIGHT! I FINALLY GET TO PROVE MYSELF TO THE PIT-ORCHESTRA TEACHER!!! 

*takes a breath*

K.

Bye.

Time to show the teacher who's boss  :P

HOW MY BROTHER SCARED THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF ME.

So, a while ago my little brother, Jacob, was going through some of my dad's old stuff.  He apparently  found this chucky-doll-looking-thing.

I don't know which disturbed me more; the doll itself, or the fact that my dad grew up with it, and held onto it for all these years.

If it were up to me, I would have thrown it away the first chance I got.

Anyways, because Jacob has a sinister mind, he decided not to tell anyone that he had found this doll.

I know.  Evil.

INSTEAD OF TELLING US ABOUT THE DOLL, HE FREAKING HID IT IN MULTIPLE SKETCHY PLACES AROUND THE HOUSE AND MADE ME HAVE MULTIPLE HEART-ATTACKS!!!

But before he did this, he made sure that we had seen the "Weeping Angels" episodes of Doctor Who.

It was the most evil thing he had ever done.

So anyways, I woke up before the flipping crack of dawn to catch the school bus, and as I was passing my dad's closet IN THE PITCH BLACK, I saw this demon peeking out at me from on top of a shelf!!!!!

It took me approximately two seconds to register what I had just seen, but when I did, I sprinted away, trying not to scream.

. . .

The next day, I also woke up in pitch darkness to get ready for school.  I was looking for a shoe or something, and somehow thought it would be in my dad's closet.

Bad idea.

This is what I saw. . .

(the flash was on when I took this picture.  It was a lot darker
when this happened for real. . .)

I was done.  I screamed bloody murder and ran away.

And just so you guys know, my scream is NOT attractive.  It sounds like a constipated mountain man!  So when I woke up my entire family, they all asked me if there was a 40 year old grunge singer hiding in the bathroom.

Nope.  It wasn't Kurt Cobain.

Just a chucky doll.

After these two occurances, I became completely and utterly paranoid.  I had to completely re-adjust my life to avoid this doll!  And it sucked.

I no longer wanted to walk to the bus stop by myself, in fear of Slender Man.

I no longer opened doors, in fear of what I'd find in back of them.

I no longer looked at mirrors in the dark, in fear of Bloody Mary (don't judge me).

I.  COULDN'T.  LIVE.  LIKE.  THIS.

Despite my extreme efforts to get away from this doll, I ended up running into it again!!!!

This is where I discovered it. . .

I know it's not a good photograph, but I found it behind a flipping door!!!

Enough.  Was.  Enough.

I decided to face my fear head-on.  I picked up the doll, and tried to convince myself it wasn't terrifying.

I said to myself, Two can play at this game, Jacob!!!  *followed by an evil laugh*

I officially decided to scare the living daylights out of my brother by going into his room in the middle of the night, putting the doll in the darkest part of the room (probably his closet), and wait for the fun to happen.

Just you wait, Jacob.  You're in for an interesting week.

The Sleeping With Sirens Concert

Last night, my friends Amanda, Abi, Lucy and I went to a Sleeping with Sirens concert.  IT WAS ONE OF THE BEST NIGHTS EVER!

Like... ever.

I can't really express my happiness and mind-boggledness, so I'm just gonna tell you the story of what happened at the concert!

Amanda, Abi and I waited in the line outside The Great Saltair Theater, for a while, and soon the doors were opened!  When we got inside, we met up with Lucy and pushed our way up to the front :)

(From left to right)  Justin Hills, Jesse Lawson,
Kellin Quinn, Gabe Barham, and Jack Fowler.

 When Sleeping With Sirens finally came onstage, everyone in the theater went absolutely berserk.  Amanda and I were in the band-merch-area in the very back of the theater, and we just heard an electric guitar strum and a bunch of girls start screaming like it was the apocalypse.  The second Kellin got on the stage, it was every man for themselves.  Amanda and I held onto each other like our lives depended on it (which they did), and ran towards the stage.  We knew we weren't going to get to the very front like we were before, so we picked a spot on the side that was about 15 feet(?) from the stage.  It was a good spot because it was less crowded and we could jump up and down without having to worry about killing someone's foot.

That's Kellin, the lead singer!

Oh!  And I forgot to mention something important!  One of the members of Sleeping With Sirens wasn't at the concert!  :(   If you check the Sleeping With Sirens Wikipedia page, it says that Jesse Lawson quit the band to spend more time with his family.  I'm happy for him, but at the same time, I was sad I didn't get to see him in real-life  :(

Hope this was fun to read, and useful for you!  If you're planning on going to a concert at the Great Saltair Theater, you will definetly have fun, if you go with awesome friends and stick to the sides of the theater!!!

Why You Shouldn't Want to be Tall

So, today my friend Amanda and I were walking from our school (the junior high school), to the actual High-School for pit-orchestra.  There we were, walking down the sidewalk while the school buses passed us every two seconds.  As one of the buses pulled to a stop I looked over and saw this kid that was sticking his head out of a window.  He stared at me for a second, and then said the words of doom; "You're really tall!" he exclaimed.  I wanted to rip my hair out and throw a sarcastic remark back at him.

Amanda so kindly volunteered to swear colorfully at him :)

Thanks.

That experience INSPIRED me to make this blog post.

So, for your entertainment purposes, I present to you...

5 Reasons You Don't Want to be Tall!

1.  You get all sorts of people staring at you and stating the obvious.
Them:  "You're really tall!"
Me:  "No really? (Dripping with sarcasm)  I never noticed!"

2.  People expect your career choice to be one of the following:
A model.
A professional basketball player.
Well you know what people?  What if I don't wanna be a model?  (I'm the least photogenic person in the world anyways. . .)  Also, I'm extremely un-athletic.

3.  Hugs.  Nuff said.

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4.  You get angry looks when you miss a shot in basketball.  Their eyes just bare into you and you can just imagine them saying; "You had all this potential and you freaking MISSED THE SHOT?  You're a failure in life."
Nothing wrecks your self esteem like a pair of eyes telling you you're useless.

5.  "How's the weather up there?"
"THE WEATHER IS EXACTLY THE SAME UP HERE, IDIOT!"

Whew. . .

I feel like a big weight just got lifted off my shoulders. . .

Wow.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to calm down for a while.

Bye.

The Most Stressful Movie Ever

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A couple weeks ago, Amanda and I went to see a new movie we had heard about called Gravity.  Truthfully, I didn't really know what to expect.  When I first heard of Gravity, it was my dad that had told me about it.  He said that it was "pretty good," and "showed you exactly what would happen to your head if you took your helmet off in space."  It sounded legit to Amanda and I, so we went.

I will never again watch that movie.

Don't get me wrong, it was an amazing movie, and was extremely well done (like the entire first half was done in a single take).  There was something wrong though.

Normal movie plots:

Image courtesy of:  http://brooke-johnson.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-basics-three-act-structure.html

Gravity movie plot:

Image courtesy of:  Me

No joke.  That movie had me at the edge of my seat the entire time.

Also, one other thing!  Thanks Gravity (dripping with sarcasm)!!  When I was little, I really wanted to be an astronaut.  That dream has pretty much stayed with me up until I saw that DREAM-DESTROYER of a movie!  One thing's for sure; I am going to live a safe life INSIDE Earth's atmosphere with my feet safely on the ground.

My Thought Process While Watching Gravity:

(The Beginning)
Oh, okay. . . they're in space.  

(15 minutes later. . .)
They're still doing the same thing.  When's this gonna get exciting?

(A while later)
I thought this was going to be more like Star Trek.

(The thing happens)
OH MY GOSHKLAKSDJFAJHSFHLSKHFSKJHGASDLKFJSIASEO!

(Numerous instances)
Why didn't she die just then?

(The rest of the movie)
ILITERALLYCANTBELIEVEALLTHATHAPPENEDTOTHESAMEGIRLOHMYGOSHTHATWASSTRESSFULNEVERLETMEDOTHATAGAIN!!!  I'll just curl up in a ball and die now. . . thank you.

(The end of the movie)
I am NEVER becoming an astronaut!  EVER

I firmly believe everyone should see Gravity, so I can have multiple shoulders to cry on, and your dreams can be crushed too :)