Tuesday, June 30, 2009


So I was planning to sit here and start this post with a comment about how I've been feeling a little down today. But then I saw that two of my five marigolds have flower buds! Oh my gosh! Hooray! They are a few weeks late, but that's okay since all the other flowers have been blooming early, and it's a bit chilly inside the house.

Yessss. These are the first ever plants I've had that didn't die right away.

I'm so elated right now. I can't get over this. These flowers are not dead! They're freaking blooming! Even my cactus rotted from the inside-out, and then got smashed by my brother's substantially larger cactus. My bamboo, which is notoriously easy to take care of, caught a rare disease that turned it black (much like my first goldfish), and my grasses all dried out. I even had a bonsai tree. It caught aphids, despite being an indoor plant. And then it died as well.

So here I am, with a tiny pot, some dirt, and some seeds, and flowers are growing. This is possibly the best thing I have ever done. I've made life, when usually I kill things horribly. I don't even think I could have a pregnancy go this well, and that's what I've been designed to do.

Whee hee! I'm not a failure!

Hah hah hah hah!

Also: I'm getting that tooth removed tomorrow. It will go smoothly. But I will feel awful afterwards. I want to make a blog post at the end of tomorrow just to see how it turns out.

Wait! Two more things! I will combine them into one, for your convenience.

I've gotten quite a bit farther on my puzzle. I'll bet that if I stayed up all night, I'd have 45% of it done by daybreak. While puzzling, I've been listening to an audiobook. I know that audiobooks are lame, but it was either that or I turn the TV up really loud. What I listened to was The Invisible Man, by H. G. Wells.

I love H. G. Wells. His books are sort, but the stories are full and complete. I also love how you don't really know the main characters' names. I haven't finished The Time Traveler yet, but in Invisible Man you don't find out his name until near the end. Knowing his name just made me identify with him even more (even though I was supposed to identify with him less, as he had become a horrible monster) and I nearly cried at the end. It at the very least sent shivers up my spine. What a great book.

AUGH there was a spider on my computer. Now I'm all freaked out and nervous.

Monday, June 29, 2009


I thought I'd try to get this entry out before it became tomorrow.

T minus 29 seconds.

Man, it has been so long since I've logged into Blogger that they've gone ahead and forgotten my e-mail and password. And then they forgot how to work, and crashed when I clicked to make a new post. I had to get to this Create-A-Post screen in a very roundabout way.

Heh, roundabout. That's totally one of those odd words I use all the time.

This is my apology for not making a post in two weeks. And coming next: My excuse for not posting. You see, I was out of town, visiting Griffin. And when I came back, I felt like absolute shit. It was just a series of shitty events, all working together to bring down my mood. So I thought I'd take a break from Ubiquity, and spare everyone the over-emotional posts I would create.

Do you remember how forever ago I was under the impression that I was getting a tooth pulled? But then it didn't happen. Well, now it's going to happen, and it is happening this Wednesday. Which is actually tomorrow, I guess, considering Monday is/has ended. My wisdom tooth will be removed. I will be starved for 12 hours and 45 minutes before the operation, I will take strong pain medications, I will be knocked out, and I will bleed all over the damned place. I'm going to miss my wisdom tooth, since I use it for eating.

Seems like every time I really need a tooth for chewing, they pull it out. This will be my 5th tooth to be surgically removed from my jaw. Though, this is the only one to be considered major surgery. It's really just minor surgery. I mean, the recuperation time is what, until later that evening? And then it is two weeks of being careful of what you eat, and a month or so of being annoyed by the hole in your head.

I'll probably disagree with that statement when I'm done being knocked out and am bleeding everywhere.

Did I mention? I plan to bleed profusely. Just get it all over everything. Like when you have a cat with a bladder infection, just--Aww, damnit Kelly, you bled on the sofa! But you can't get mad, because it's not like I can control it. You can try to give me pills and maybe they will do something, but it'll be a pain in the ass to get me to eat them. And I'll probably just bleed on you anyways.

On a different note, I bought a jigsaw puzzle. I spend about five hours every day sitting in front of that stupid puzzle. It is so difficult. It is two colors, green and purply. And I have maybe five square inches done, despite about 10 hours of work being put into it. I have bruises on my elbows where I leaned on them to put some peices together for a few hours. All of this time, effort, and pain put into some funky looking peices of cardboard. And I'm doing it all on this mat that's supposed to let you roll up the puzzle when you're done and put it away, but the mat is all wrinkly and bumpy in a big way. So I get some peices put togther, and then it all falls apart because there is some huge wrinkle in the mat.

Seriously, though, I can't get enough of this puzzle.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Wooly Bully

Oh no it is Monday again! That means that I am supposed to make an entry. But It's getting late, and I'm supposed to wake up before 8 tomorrow. Then again, I want to chatter about things.

It's a tough choice: To chatter, or to sleep?

To chatter!

I ordered a wig in the mail, and it has not come yet. There are currently two very similar wigs being sent to my house, and neither of them will be here before tomorrow. It is taking one of these wigs two months to get here. The other wig? I'm so disappointed in the business habits of that wig that I refuse to discuss it. So tomorrow, I will be running around town in a tizzy in an attempt to find a motherfucking wig.

Seriously, I thought I had this taken care of months ago. But the wig stores aren't even good at their jobs.

For some reason, my body paint has been causing me much heartache. First, my problem was getting it to dry. This was easily solved with some baby powder. Then, it was getting it to come off. This was not easily solved at all. I tried so many different things; soap, hand soap, dish soap, shampoo, face wash, cold cream, makeup-removing cold cream. Nothing worked until I found some Stridex pads in the back of a cupboard. Those things worked like a charm. Only one problem, though--It takes one pad to remove 4 square inches of paint. I plan to cover a large portion of my body with this paint, and I do not have enough stridex pads.

So I went to the store to try to find a cleanser that had Stridex's active ingredient. I found Noxzema pads that are obviously just Stridex pads with the Noxzema scent, and those worked as well as the Stridex. But they were also small, and I only had so many. Then I found these Right Aid Makeup Remover Towelettes. They are so large and wonderful! They remove the paint so well! I just rubbed one side of one over my arm, and all of the paint came off! So these will be used for certain. And if I run out, I will also have the other pads things with me.

Too bad they leave this obnoxious perfumey scent on my skin. Such a spicey scent! I hope soap will take it off. This smell reminds me of Christmas.

Then there is a problem with not being able to find white leggings. I can only find ones in the color pearl. But at least I have a backup plan: I'll just paint my legs as well. I'm not going to spend my time worrying about this. I was just hoping to not worry about getting paint on chairs when I sit down.

That is enough chattering for today. Tomorrow, I pack. Wednesday, I fly to Maine. After that?

I like to pretend my Maine trip doesn't have to end.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I Graduated Today

I graduated today.

It was a really big deal.

They made us practice so much. They put so much pressure on us to perform perfectly.

They yelled at us so many times. They singled out most of the class for doing something wrong. They punished us as a group. They punished us separately.

They wanted a quiet, dignified ceremony.

But we fucking partied.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Today was really boring. And tomorrow is looking to be more tedious.

We practiced commencement today, for three hours. Tomorrow, we practice it some more, for four hours. And then we actually do it, for realsies. I hated sitting through family members' graduations just once a year, sitting through it multiple times in one day is going to be awful.

And it's not supposed to end until 9 o'clock.

Grandma Polly and grandpa Tom are visiting for my graduation. We had dinner with them today. We took a bit of a walk around the town, and it was nice. We ate dinner with them at the Yacht Club, the same place we took Griffin and his stepdad when he first came over. Then they wanted to show up their hotel room. They're staying at the Oxford Suites, the same place Griffin stayed. So I was pretty distant for most of the evening.

I should go to bed now, I still have to wake up early tomorrow. But at least I can sleep in on Friday.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


I went out and bought a bunch of summer shirts with my mum. Now, I just need summer pants. It's been a long time since I've just gone and bought a bunch of clothes... a few years, actually. Everything I wear now isn't really my style anymore.

Also, my clothes are full of holes.

Today was, more or less, my last day of school. I can still show up tomorrow if I really want to. And, as it turns out, I really have to. We have a check-out sheet that we need to have all of our teachers sign, and I missed one teacher. I didn't have the sheet when I was in his class, and when I'd check in later to get it signed the room would be completely empty. So, as fate would have it, I'll be going to school at the normal time tomorrow, checking out at the cashier's, and then lazing about for a little bit.

Then, at ten, we will have commencement practice. They are supposed to set us free at one. Thursday we have the family come over to see me for an hour or two while I practice commencement (once again) and then finally I graduate and can sell my graduation gown. Hooray.

Today we had the moving up assembly. It was kinda botched by stampeding Juniors, but I'll get over it. At least I got to have my face show up on the big screen (it was so neat). During the assembly, all of the teachers lined up and shook hands with all of the students. I nearly cried, it was so emotional. To think, I'll maybe see these guys again during graduation, and then poof! They're gone from my life. The same goes for my Junior and Sophomore friends. And most of my Senior friends.

Oh God college is going to start and I'm going to be all alone. The only constant I'm sure I'm going to have is Griffin, and he's thousands of miles away.

If Louis shows up on his motorcycle tomorrow, I am going to draw poop on its little windshield. Nobody tagged his bike today (gee, I wonder why) despite many of the cars getting tagged. And the tagging was pitiful--Somebody needs to do a better job of it next year. My car got tagged. It always gets tagged. I locked our window markers inside my car so that I wouldn't wake up tomorrow and have my car tagged again by my own parents.

I just realized! I will never be seeing TKTWTSTE again. Unless I run into him around town, he is pretty much out of my life for good. Now who am I going to unconditionally hate?

Monday, June 8, 2009


Goodness, I can't believe I didn't make a post last Thursday. Something really interesting happened with TKTWTSTE then, and this is usually were I keep track of it.

Thursday, TKTWTSTE wore something different. He wore light colors and shorts, and did not have his hat. I assume this is because it was about 2000˚ outside. It seriously startled me. I ended up staring at him in disbelief as he walked past Amber and I gabbing out front of Biotech. And of course he noticed me staring, and his face turned bright red. I felt so proud of myself. Every time he is uncomfortable, I have succeded.

Later that day, I ran into him. Quite literally, BAMF ran into him as I was speedwalking. (I speedwalk everywhere in the hallways, shut up.) He is built like a brick wall or something, because I was jolted backwards while he stood there unjostled, that fat bastard. This is what happened.

Kelly runs into TKTWTSTE, and stumbles over her feet. She exclaims "Oh goodness!" to herself before she realizes who she has run into.
Kelly: Sorry!
Sudden realization strikes.
Kelly: What's your name?
TKTWTSTE: Uh... Ben?
Kelly: Sorry, Ben.
Kelly hurries off to wherever she was going.

WHAT WHAT HIS NAME IS BEN. That is so much shorter than TKTWTSTE! I'd start calling him by his real name, but I think my nickname for him is much more degrading.

Also: Why the fuck did I ask him his name? I guess I'll miss him a bit once the schoolyear is over. Did I get all sentimental or something? Heh. I should get him to sign my yearbook. Then I'll at least have proof that he is somebody when he writes "HAGS" in my yearbook. I swear to God, I didn't make him up. Oh! Also! Once I had his name, I decided to look him up in the yearbook. He is wearing the same thing he always wears.

I got my Debit card today, hooray. I suppose now I can set up an Etsy shop and sell the dolls I make. I'm getting better at making them a higher quality, so it might be worth it. As well, I could sell other things I crochet for fun. I also got my joint credit card with my dad today. We practiced using them and logging the things I spend so that I won't accidentally go into debt. We're trying to develop good habits now so that I don't get myself into credit card debt later. Unless I find myself really sore for money, I don't think I'll ever even use this credit card. I just don't see it as a viable form of money.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Life Tote

Nothing like chatting up a few strangers to lighten up your mood.

We got our yearbooks today. They were after handed out school, so nobody was there to sign mine yet. I'm excited to start the signing process! I'm especially grateful that Nicole changed my picture in the yearbook. They were going to use the one on my student ID, but that picture is horrible beyond belief. So Nicole, being the wonderful photographer that she is, took my picture and put that in the yearbook instead. It's so pretty. It's got a foresty background. I finally have a nice picture in the yearbook.

I also went to the dentist. They cleaned my teeth, and told me to floss more. It was a really average experience. Except that I go to a children's dentist, and everyone there was of a single-digit age. But they know my teeth really well, so whatever. And they also gave me a toy at the end.

I love my dentist because they give you a goody bag of tooth things at the end. I got two new toothbrushes, two types of floss, a replacement head for one of the toothbrushes, and some floss threaders. They included a new item this time, too: a mini toothpaste. And if I had asked, they'd have given me gum and mints as well. A smorgasbord of dental hygiene.

I am currently flossing out of PURE JOY.

Oh no! My cat figured out how to get behind my curtains and onto my windowsill. This is going to cause me problems in the future.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


We messed around with Avian Bird Flu today in Biotech. The real disease, not some substitute. The point was to run these tests and see which specimens were infected by the flu. I ran them perfectly, I am so proud of myself. I can't believe how many other people screwed it up. It was actually really simple.

But I've been paranoid all day about having bird flu on my hands.

The school installed these automatic hand sanitizing things around the school. You wave your hand underneath and it dribbles a sanitizing foam on you. They actually kinda scare me, but I've been confronting my fears. I keep going up to them, and waving my hands underneath. But at the last possible second, I pull my hand away and then run like a sissy. I squeal and everything. I don't even know, I'm just such a wuss about random things.

But I really want to get over this. I want to get the foam on my hands, and then make a little tube with my fist. I'll "sneeze" into my fist, and spray foam all over someone. It'll be amazing. They'll be so horrified.

Yearbooks come out tomorrow for those that are willing to stay after school and get them. I will be one of those people.

Randomly: It was 89˚ out today. The weatherman said it would only be 80˚. The lying bastard.

Monday, June 1, 2009


The award ceremonies at school were today. I was invited again, but I only received one award. (In Drama.) Louis and I are mad that Sensei didn't bother to give his AP students awards. We deserve them just for sticking with the class for five years, as well as for willfully screwing up our schedules for the year just to take his class. Sure, we're kinda bratty in class, but we've shown perseverance.

So I sat for two hours on an uncomfortable chair, wearing itchy clothes, jammed together in an overheated room, clapping way too often for people I didn't care about, all for the hope that I might get to stand up and accept a nice piece of paper that has my name on it. I honestly don't know if it was worth it.

In my English class, our final is to write an essay describing what we think it means to be educated. I think I'll write a really negative essay. I won't allow any room for conjecture; everything will just be boring dictionary definitions of education. Actually, I've just been really negative in general lately. I've been starting off my mornings thinking about different ways and reasons for beating up a specific friend of mine while I drive to school. I've also been picking stupid fights, saying harsh things, and generally distancing myself from people. While I do have my reasons for being so terrible lately, I really feel I shouldn't be letting them affect my actions towards people.

Great, now I feel awful.

Maybe tomorrow I'll try to zen out. I'll play peaceful music all day (Do I even own peaceful music?) and focus on the different things I do to relieve stress. I'll bring some knitting. I'll blow bubbles. And I also won't open my mouth to talk unless I'm going to say something that'll make somebody else smile. After all, high school is ending. This is a time to party with all my friends, not throw little fits.

My rule for June 2nd, 2009: No complaining.