CAMERA FUNNZ!!!!!

I'm gonna write about my beeeee-you-tee-ful camera.

I love my Canon. Pictures are so much fun for me. They're looks to the past, pieces of art, and memory capturers. And plain ol' fun.

I love taking pictures. I like photographing other people, things, and surroundings, and I love being the subject of photos, too. If I wasn't 5"1 and 1/2 and done growing, at least 5"9, I'd seriously consider being in some go-sees. (A go-see is basically a modeling audition) I think it'd be a crapload of fun. Being pretty, tall, wearing the coolest new clothes and going all over the world. Just because of you managed to get some good genes.

But I think having the power to capture a moment is amazing, too. When there's nothing else to do I'll take random pictures. On the bus is where I get my best pics. No one can run away. Recently there was a huge snowstorm. We were supposed to have a two-hour delay, but the bus company didn't know. So, anyway, we were on the bus for about an hour, and I took alot of pictures. It was freezing, and I got this gorgeous frosty effect.

This is my favorite picture. It's of this guy named Garrett. I think it's magazine-worthy myself.

I promised my beloved my beloved Jonny I would show him a pic, too.

There you go, hun.

That's my camera spiel. I'll upload more later, when I get some models.

Dream Roles ♥

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So, I doubt I'll ever get to perform as any of these roles, but I will see them performed. But I can have dreams, right?

Glinda Upland, Wicked. I think she's just the most hilarious little woman in theater. She's just so much shorter, and that's me! But maybe that's just how Kristin Chenoweth (my idol) really MADE the role. But anyways, I think she just gets so much more out of her relationship with Elphaba and her time at Shiz, not to mention the rejection from Fiyero in the end. And her part in For Good is better. :)

Nessarose Thropp, Wicked. I think her obsession with poor Biq--Boq is so funny. Then again, I may just love her because Ricky and constantly sang the Nessa, Boq part in Dancing Through Life at our retreat. Good times, good times.

Lucy Harris, Jekyll and Hyde. The prostitute, yes. She just has better music than Emma does, and her story is so much more tragic. It is a life that she had until Hyde killed her, it was just a crappy one. She seems so intent on making herself better than what she is, and I respect that greatly. I admire her ambition.

Ariel, The Little Mermaid. She is the reason I have dyed my hair bright red three times, got the dream of becoming a mermaid (although her character wants just the opposite--IRONY!!!) and really began to sing. I've loved the movie as long as I can remember, and it would simply be the time of my life.

Rapunzel, Into the Woods. Rapunzel's got the hair. I always used to have "the hair." It was my thing. That's always given me a connection to her. And in Into the Woods, the chick is insane. I just think that makes the most interesting character. You never think about how the solitude Rapunzel faces would affect her and you just get a whole new perspective. The tower isn't romantic. And she gets to scream in the play. I'm a screamer.

Christine, The Phantom Of The Opera. She's the main female, although that doesn't matter as much. (You can tell from my choices of Rapunzel and Nessa.) And the fact that she just gets to be with the Phantom is just...amazing. It's really the most interesting thing, being in the carcasses of the Opera.

My whole town is dedicated to her, and praying for her safe return (besides my Atheist friends, who I hope are hoping, too). She's been on the morning announcements at my school, there is a Facebook group with over 5,000 people in it that are praying for her, and she made the national news. People in my town are putting up yellow ribbons in front of their houses to show that they are praying for her safe return. We've talked about it extensively in my Reading class (they separate Reading from English in my school).

I have never been so proud of my community. I hope that somehow, with some miracle, she can come home and see how dedicated we are and how much of a difference she has made in uniting our town. From the things I've heard about her, that would really mean so much to her.

God is doubtful to me, but if she can come home after no food, no water, nearly crushed, and with injuries from scratches to crushed limbs, I know that there must be some kind of a greater force that watches out for people like her.

PLEASE PRAY FOR HER SAFE RETURN. Not just her, but pray for the safety of everyone who was left homeless, hurt, or without the basics.

Le Fantôme va Attendre

The phantom will wait for you,
to bring the ardor back in your song.
The phantom will never hurt you,
and even if you hate what he trains,
you will succeed.

Crawl in the carcasses.
Find the ghost.
Fall in love with the thing you lost,
and how you regained it.

Le fantôme va attendre.
Il fantasma attenderà.
El fantasma va a esperar.
You just need to writhe behind the wall.
Take the first step.

The Lovely Bones. My 1st Movie Review. *SPOILER ALERT*

So, I recently saw the movie The Lovely Bones and I thought it might be cool to write a movie review. A movie critic sounds like a fun job, and I'd get to write alot, and watch movies for a living.

Oh, yes, *SPOLIER ALERT!!!!!!!!* I'm going to reveal some details.

This is the story of a 14-year-old girl named Susie Salmon. Susie was lured into an underground fort made by a neighbor on December 6th, 1973. She was walking through a corn field on her way home from school. Her neighbor, the solitary, middle-aged Mr. Harvey, rapes and kills her. The rest of the story is basically how her family copes, and how her killer is managing to get away with murder, as she watches down from the "Inbetween," which is heaven, but without being there. It's purgatory, too.

There are really no big flaws. The scene after Susie is killed though, first where she drifts between the real world and an empty alter-reality, is confusing. You go from hearing her father asking people if they know where she is, to absolutely nothing. Then, the scene directly afterwards. Susie enters the door to her bedroom after running home, and she ends up in white. Then the white is disturbed by a bathroom setting with a tub and a sink. A man with a washcloth over his face sits in the tub. There is blood everywhere and there is no question who the killer is. You stare at the washcloth for literally 5 minutes not knowing if it's going to fall off or disappear or if Susie will take it off, or if Mr. Harvey will himself. This is NOT a movie for children under nine. At the most. Some kids my age (13) may find this frightening.

Besides focusing too much on Susie's otherworld (which is actually refreshing), I find there is nothing to critique. I've heard some people dislike Susan Sarandon's portrayal of Susie's grandmother, who is just hilarious and brings some light into the story. I thought she did a great job, and it was very necessary comic relief. Without even a few moments of lightheartedness that was shown through those both, I would have found the movie unbearable.

It was so heavy. I was crying every other scene. This is not something you dramedy people will like. There are few laughs.

The camerawork was beautiful, the scene where every single one of Harvey's victims is shown. It's dark and you see the feet of women all the way to six-year-old girl's and sevral ages in between. It's horrifying but so facinating, and you can't help but be amazed by it. The things in susie's new world are astounding and gorgeous.

I would highly reccommend this movie, and I give a four out of five start rating. But, do yourself a favor and read the book first.

I'm sorry if this was not very professional. It's my very first.

Monthiversary!

Just wanted to let you know...I've been blogging for over a month. ;)
So thanks for keeping up!!!
I want to thank Sam, Jonny, and all of my readers. I'd like to thank online dictionaries, Facebook, and my beloved ex-English teacher Mr. B! I couldn't have found the willpower to keep up with this as long as I have without you all showing me cool things, encouraging me (ever if it turned out to be a really dumb idea), and never telling me to stop a) singing in the locker room/the hall/while waiting for the bus b) making fun of you c) writing (even after I take up 5 notebooks and over an hour of your time.)!

So, thank you, love you.
<3 Kim

Lexophile's This I Believe

I feel like such a blogging copycat. I do. But I'm still a noob so I can get away with it.

My blogging buddy and inspiration, Sam, once again beat me to the punch for talking about something we're doing in English class. "This I Believe" essays. They basically state a very strong belief in something. The "something" is usually a value, like flexibility, but can sometimes be narrowed down to something more universal, like clothes.

Sam wrote and posted an essay stating her belief in the power of willpower. She really put herself into it with little anecdotes and did a lovely job. I'm posting my essay up now, too. Woo Hoo!!!!

I believe that words hold every power. They are used in a king's decree, they were etched into the stones Moses carried down the mountain. They are resources that never end. The thesaurus and the dictionary always seem to show me one more word I don't know.

I approach words and the majesty I believe they hold by seeing a story in which letters are the lock, words are the key, and behind the door of ignorance is enlightenment. Without words, or symbols for them, people have no way to truly express and explain about themelves.

I discovered the power and impact of words about a year ago. This was during a time where I was so hurt, angry, and betrayed by someone I considered a really good friend that, instead of talking, for awhile, I would cry. I cried in the bathroom, in the hall, and behind my locker door. Then I'd go home at the end of the day and write. I only had one theme, sadness and anger combined into a hideous rage, but it was enough to start.

With the time and freedom to find the write words, I admitted things to myself and my reader that I never had the courage to face. Once, the words I wrote were used against me, and I was so upset, but it didn't stop me. Nothing mattered as long as I could use MY words. This was my defense, and it kept getting longer. There are so many twists in a piece of writing, I didn't know if my defense was working, or if it was giving me backlash.

I faced my ex-friend and I told her everything I thought was horrible and hurtful about her person, she didn't listen to me then, but I believe she's come to realize being mean to people won't make them respect you more. I believe it was the biggest step I ever made as a writer and a person. And, through that, I re-learned how to animate my words and the page became a thorough confession, and a lovely one. Words and I went on and on.

I'm not the same person I was a year ago, but I continue to write. Snippets of stories in notebooks, poems on Word documents, about characters on sperate sheets of looseleaf, and extended thinking on my blog. But I'll never forget where I started.

Even if writing is not how you express yourself, per se, words are how you, we, all of us, explain and spread our own passions and beliefs.

* Lexophile= Lover of words!!

Music, Me, My Life

It's been awhile since I've posted so I'll just go off on a tangent. I usually only post when I figure it'll go somewhere. Not today!

I think I'll begin with music. Lately I've just been chilling out and and jumping around. I like to think I am extremely open-minded about music, I range from alternative to dance, classical to rap. Explicit rap. Eminem stuff, not that pathetic clean rap from Will Smith.

My school recently added this program called "Music Cill-Out." First thing we learn from this is that whoever named this program has absolutely no creative talent. Next, I will tell you what this is. It's an alternative to recess where kids go and listen to music and draw for twenty minutes. I don't participate. I go to the counseling center during lunch too much to go to something like that. ;)

I'm not crazy, though. My friends and I just get caught in drama. Some people may say that they hate the people in the middle of drama and that they crave it, but we don't. Not us. I hate drama and I hate always being mad at someone of something or some aspect of life. I HATE IT. SO STOP THINKING THE WAY YOU ARE.

Now, back to music. My faves...

Alternative: Thriving Ivory
Rock: Billy Joel
Heavy Metal: Black Sabbath
Rap: Eminem
Pop: Kris Allen
Theater: Wicked
Movies: The Little Mermaid!!
Dance/Electronic: Owl City, Basshunter

I'm ust gettin' it out there. Listen to 'em. I <3 The Little Mermaid!!!

Voices, A Rap

Don't laugh at me now, 'kay? I'm a very open-minded writer. I've written in iambic pentameter (and then proceeded to diss my English teacher with it, BOO YA!!!) and over the summer I started writing raps. Eminem is actually very deep. So, yeah, don't make fun of me, my raps, or my rap-writin' inspiration.

Hey, don't you wanna know/don't you wanna know where I'm gonna go/ when I'm gone/when i decide I'm done and I'm movin' on?/ Well, find out where I'm goin'/listen to this song/listen again when Kimmy's all gone/all gone.

chorus--I'm going to find that voice/the voice that haunts me in the middle of the night/ and I never put up a fight/ just flopped down, let the truth of his pain/cut through my wrists/ push the adrenaline through my veins/ because I can taste his pain/ like blood in my mouth/ from a punch in the mouth/ knockout/ ding ding/world wins/it's the end.

I'm tellin' you/when I'm missin'/follow my trail/right into Michigan/ I'mma find that bell that's been ringin'/ drivin' me nuts/ no buts, no cuts, no coconuts/ can't push past/ other people/ 'cause you'll never be past enough/ to catch. me once I stop my wallowin'/ But the bell's not ringin'/ But I'mma find that voice/that voice that's been singin'

chorus

You know that voice?/ They say he ain't even singin'/ not even music/ lively poetry/ But most can see/ pure honesty/ worded near perfectly/ and that's where I'm gonna be/ find it/ find him/ find me

chorus

I gotta go/ just let me be/ I gotta go/ find the voice/ find it/ find him/ find me/ find a better place in the world to be

Blackout Poetry

Today i will be introducing maybe one or two of my four readers to a new kind of poetry: Blackout poetry.

It's this wicked-awesome kind of poetry begun by this guy, Austin Kleon. What you do is basically scan a newspaper article for words and make a poem out of what you find. You use a sharpie to black out all the other words out and voila, you have a poem that's uberunique.

How do I find out about these cool writing things like Blackout poetry and 6WMs? That's easy! English class, where I learn 95% of what I am going to use in real life. 'Cause I am sooo planning on renting a loft in the city so I can do MATH PROBLEMS all day.

But, again, just think about it. it's actually alot of fun. If you do in school then having somewhat of a background is actually very beneficial.

Haters, Hating, Hatred, Hated, Hateful, Love YOU!!! <3

Hi Loves!!!

Sorry, weird. But I love you Sam, Jonny, Sof, and Morg. All of my readers. :)

Today I feel the need to talk about the things I hate the most. Fun, right?

I Hate:

People who are always snotty to their parents for no reason. I get that kids and parents get into fights sometimes, but I swear to God, some kids get so snotty. I can't think of a better word. Their mom (usually) will ask a legit question or ask for some help with something and the kid will just get in their face and act like a total brat. I hope I'm not like that to my folks because I'd hate myself if I was like that.

Nosy people. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. I ALREADY TOD YOU TO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I know you've screamed that in your head before. One time a friend and I were talking at school and a girl (who was and IS a total bitch) thought we were talking about her and literally followed us around the classroom. Weirdo bitch freak.

Miley Cyrus, Paris Hilton, The Hills, Demi Lovato. 'Nuff said.

People who think that common issues in society aren't important. You are never too young to worry about making the world a better place. The younger we start helping, the sooner we can help the minimize and hopefully abolish the kinds of things in my post 7 Things I Hate About You. Yeah, Sof, this is back at you because I disagree with how you viewed the post. But I still love you, I just hate how you see it. LOOOOOOOOVE YA!!! (even if you are a "spoiled brat")

Juicy tracksuits. I just think they are so not unique, too expensive, and kind of slutty, depending on how you wear them. And having something that says "Juicy" on the butt? Not cool. Sorry, Juicy whores.

Hollister. It scares me. I admit it. I had a panic attack in there once. It's just too dark, too loud, the music sucks, and the smell. Ooh, the smell. It's so pungent and it makes me dizzy. I went in there once with my friends, I came out hyperventilating and one of them had to go get me a paper bag from the deli...LOL.:)

That's my hate rant for the month.

Love you guys... Haha. Did anyone else find that funny? No? Oh well, I thought it was funny. :(