I have a dentist appointment today... and I am sort of FREAKING OUT. There are only a few things in this world I am truly scared of. I will make a list.

1) Dentists. It's mostly due to some horrific childhood memories. Also, I hate fluoride. Hate it. With all of the passion I can muster.

2) Airplanes. Whenever I board, I always take care to be at the end of line. As I walk down the aisle, I carefully scan every person on the plane and make sure they aren't possible terrorists. It's kind of OCD-ish, actually.

3) Spiders. This is going to sound silly- And, okay. I'm pretty much fine with anything with a diameter of less than an inch and a half. The little ones don't bother me. I mean, I can kill them with one finger if I need to... But once you start getting into those huge, monster spiders... I freak out. Not in the scream-like-a-five-year-old-and-run-around-in-circles way. In the get-the-hell-out-of-there-as-fast-as-you-can way. I have a camp on the lake, and I've had a million encounters with wolf spiders... I've gotten pretty used to it. Even though I'm really terrified by them, I actually find them a bit fascinating... They're cool if you can get a good look at them... The biggest spider I've ever seen was a tarantula in Arkansas which happened to be crawling up my staircase. I picked it up, at age 5, the fearless nature girl that I was, and showed it to my dad. "Go show it to your mother!" was the response I got.. Well... let's just say there was a lot of screaming, standing on chairs, and my father sleeping on the couch after that incident. Oh, spiders! So many memories. While any 4-inch spider can scare the bejeezus out of me, I'm pretty much gold with any other creepy-crawly animal. You might not know it by looking at me, but I used to be quite the nature girl. I used to catch snakes and keep them in my room. Which is cruel, now that I think about it. And don't tell my mother. She still doesn't have an explanation for the frequent snakes slithering around the kitchen. "The cat brought them in."

Alright, well. I need to go. My appt. is @ 3, and I have things to do before then...

CK (:

Toxic Dorito Fumes and the Cycle of Ugliness

Well, I'm pretty much sitting here reminiscing about... well, everything. I have Green Day playing on repeat- Jesus of Suburbia, Whatsername, and St. Jimmy, to name a few. I'm eating a whole bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, because hey, I deserve it. My first official high school exam week is over, and I'm pretty sure I've ace 'em all. I got a 103 on my Geometry midterm, so I spent the whole day gloating and rewarding myself with various snacks. Doritos taste pretty good, but has anyone but me ever noticed that it physically hurts to inhale them? Well, not inhale them like drugs. I don't do that. But, just if you open the bag and breathe in the cheesy smell, it makes you choke! Or at least, it makes me choke. But, hey, I'm unusual in many ways. I'll just incapability to inhale Dorito fumes to the list.

Anyway, so, I have about 6 yearbooks sitting in front of me. And I'm not one of those sad, depressing, no-life, no-friends people who sit there and flip through photo albums and yearbooks to look at all the friends they used to have, or pretend that people in photos with them were there friends when really they were forced into that photograph by a teacher to make sad, friendless losers feel good about themselves. ANYWAY. I'm not that girl. I was just cleaning (I know, a first) out my loft, and I came across my stack of yearbooks. So I started flipping through them, and what do you know? I was a pretty cute kid! Well, up until about....7th grade. Or maybe 5th.

It has come to my attention that everyone used to be so ugly! I mean, seriously. We were all super-cute in like elementary school, and then, all of the sudden, we are all little creepy children. Ah! But then, we all got beautiful. (Most of us, haha.) I think it's a cycle. At first, you're a cute kid. Then you go through this really ugly phase. And then, you emerge. Or you better hope you emerge. Seriously, look through the yearbooks from like 6th, 7th grade. We all look like we're on hardcore drugs, possibly sleep deprived, horrible at putting on makeup, with little to no sense in fashion. But, look at us today! Pretty much every girl in our grade, heck, in our school, is absolutely gorgeous now!

And then, you look at the guys. I have a third grade yearbook sitting in front of me, and this is going to sound bad, but pretty much every guy looks the same today as they did then. Height-wise especially. (=

So, cuties and patooties, I encourage you all to look through yearbooks sometime! Read all the inside jokes scrawled on the inside covers, and then scan through every page to check for embarrassing photos of you. Because, guess what! Everyone has these things, and everyone can see that awful picture where you look like a homeless person. People say that every embarrassing thing goes away with time. People will stop laughing after a while. Photographs in yearbooks are the exception. In 25 years, I will look through my high school yearbook, and I will still be laughing my ass off at how stupid you look. =)

Aside from my adorable elementary cuteness, there are other things to reminisce about. For example, my HAIR! My long, luscious locks! The lion's mane! I miss it so much. It was a part of me... for so loooong. I know I got it cut a while ago, and I know people tell me I look better with short hair. But it was just... so wonderful. I'm so sad! Also, there's this super cute picture in the 8th grade yearbook of me lying down on the grass with me hands around my face, and my wrists are pointed straight at the camera... And... it's weird because I have no scars in the picture. And it just makes me wish I could be that way again. =( Well, half of me wishes my scars would disappear, but the other half thinks they are extremely awesome. Just another thing that makes me unusual. And pretty badass, if I do say so myself.

So, randomly the other day in Human Ecology, I stabbed my index finger with a pencil really hard (by accident), and it hurt. That sounds really stupid, but it's actually pretty amazing.... I didn't think that I had feeling in that finger, but it's started coming back- finally! I'm actually really excited. I've been working sooo hard at sensory re-education for a year. It's finally paying off. I am so thankful that my nerves are regenerating so quickly. They're nowhere near finished, but I'm getting there. It's faster than was predicted.

Well, that's about it, folks. I want to go skiing this weekend, but it's so cold! We'll see, I guess.

It's a 3-day weekend for me, so I predict it will be filled with sleeping and more Doritos.

<3ck

The Skinny

So, I've failed. Completely. Utterly. Fast over.

Hey, it's not my fault that I have as much self-discipline as a toothpick. I compare everything to toothpicks, I just realized. For instance, I might say that one has as much life experience as a toothpick or that they are as boring as a toothpick. Toothpicks just suck.

K, well. I can't talk now. So much studying! That's the other reason I haven't been blogging this week... Exams, exams. 3 down, 3 to go. And, on the bright side, I only went to school for 2 hours today. Came home and watched Skins and then studied. Speaking of Skins... that show is actually really good. But I didn't catch the whole storyline because I was distracted by how smokin' hot Tony is.

Alright. More later, <3

CK

I gave in and went on Facebook today. I had a very good reason. Well, a mildly good reason. OK. It was a downright bad reason. But, whatever the reason, I broke my fast. =(

I also blogged. For an equally bad reason.

But, hey, it's hard. I'm going to try again.. starting NOW.

P.S. Goodbye, Hannah Montana. RIP. (Had to get that in there.) Not that I watch that show or anything... Lame......................... I painted a picture today. Oooooooh! I'll upload it later. And then my fast will begin again.

xxCK (The failure at Techno-fasting)

Techno-fast!

Alright, starting today, I am having my annual two-week-long break from technology, and I am SO excited. Starting today, I am putting down my iPod, cellphone, and Facebook. I will be back blogging in a couple weeks, just taking a break. My reasons for this break are many. For one, I just need some time to BREATH. To LIVE. All of this technology clouds up my head sometimes and I sit around wasting my whole life. Just think about it. We only have so many hours to live. And if we waste precious time doing absolutely nothing productive, what does that say about ourselves? So, each year, I generally take a weekend or something off. But this year, I've decided to do a full two weeks. I've just gotten so caught up in everything and I've forgotten the things that are really important to me. It's easy to get distracted with so many distractions.

I'm going to take this time to write in my journal (by hand!), play piano, paint, study for exams, and just have good, old-fashioned fun. It's a breather I've needed for a long time.

So, farewell, dear friends. From now until February 1 (2.5 weeks), I am technology free. Until then.

xoxo

Curiosity Kills

Oh, and here's a poem for the road.

The Kite

As I lengthen her string, she extends

Inch by inch, meter by meter

Until she is floating free above the trees

Spiraling whimsically in the breeze

She is so small compared to the world

Yet she seems to overtake the sky

Threatening to escape my grip

Pulling at my fingers with such

Determination that I nearly succumb

I hold her still

But I can't keep her here forever

Trapped by these phantom chains

With every gust, she grows stronger

Until the wind whips her away

Free at last, I whisper

I trace the red lines on my palm

My only memories, already fading

I tried to keep her here forever

She disappeared so fast

Proof of Insanity

Intentionally Untitled Poem

in my hand, scarlet rose

the sun, as it crept through

the walls, shaking the whole

damned bottle, bubbles rising

as I gasp for breath, drowning

my noodles in tomato sauc-

ers hovering overhead, frantically

racing to the finish line, a sigh

to be left for interpretation

-CK

sometimes i write the strangest things...

The Big Bang Theory (redefined); Also, 3 penguins share a bowl of Mac

Parking Lot

Gentle footsteps- pat, pat

Plink, plink- echoes on metal

Whoosh, the thief steals

Again, the droplets

Taken so effortlessly

From the glass

I watch her

Walking briskly now

Head stooped, leaning forward

Avoiding the storm

-

I was sitting in a parking lot while my sister played basketball a few weekends ago, and it was raining so hard that I could barely make out shapes outside of my car. Luckily, I had my journal and was able to pass time by composing this short poem and a short story I've been working on. If you'd like to read the story, you can check it out here- http://figment.com/books/9887-Star-in-my-Pocket

So, I've basically been down the past few days.. It's just been a couple crappy days, you know. Well, a crappy week. I'm not going to blog away my miseries, though. I have poetry for that.

Instead, since it's 11:25 pm and I would much rather be watching reruns of That 70's Show than ramble-blogging, I'm going to briefly update you on my life in the form of a compact list.

• I cleaned my room this week.
• I baked 96 and a half cupcakes today.
• I thought I lost my journal and almost had a panic attack. Then I found it. Under my bed.
• I also found some other questionable items under there.
• One of these items was a red skittle... To eat, or not to eat? It was tempting, but I ended up opting out of potential food poisoning.
• I had an extremely awkward conversation with my mother. Then again, most of our conversations end up awkward...
• In science class, we were learning about the Big Bang Theory, and I couldn't concentrate because I was wondering if astronauts have sex in space. I was basically considering it all day after that, until I got home, googled it, and found an entire Wikipedia page titled "Sex in Space".
• I may not have learned about the Big Bang Theory, but I think my Bang Theory was indisputably more interesting. (I'm so punny!)
• I got a B on my science test.
• I got a C in life.
• I found out that I'm not very street smart.
• I also found out that I should really carry pepper spray in my purse.
• I got re-hooked on That 70's Show. Mostly because I remembered how smokin' hot Eric is.
• I procrastinated. A lot.
• I found the missing three chapters of Harry Potter 6 in my closet.
• I had a REALLY weird dream involving three penguins, a box of Spongebob-shaped Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, and a toaster.
• The dream turned into a nightmare around the time that the toaster came into the picture.
• If you've been keeping up with the Dylan News, you know why.

Well, there you go. I know all you stalkers out there like to keep your Dylan journals updated. I should really go to bed now. As you can see, I am not in my right mind right now. I think it's the hour. Or maybe all those cupcakes.... Besides, I have brunch tomorrow with my dear father. Yippee.

^Take note of obvious enthusiasm.

Alright, farewell folks! CK

Fits of hysteria and violent outbursts can only lead to one thing...

So, great news folks! I officially have feeling in my thumb. I learned this the hard way. All I wanted was some toast and honey, but the outcome wasn't very sweet. (Punny, I know!) It was quite disastrous. It seems that I accidentally put my thumb directly into the toaster... Not my brightest moment, I must admit. I ended up with second degree burns and a thumb that was definitely feeling it. In fact, I think the whole thing was magnified by my nerve damage making it 10000x worse. All in all, not the best 10 minutes of my life. Just sayin'.

So, I got this new product for my hair... It's like chemicals. It smells like chemicals. It's called Garnier Fructis Sleek and Shine Blow Dry Perfector, or some other long fancy-sounding name. I got it for Christmas. I was a bit skeptical at first. For one, I usually don't put things in my hair that require you to wear gloves to apply and instructs you to "call poison control immediately" following a lot of contact to skin... That's just a bad sign. Knowing me and my habit of spilling things, I thought it may have not been the most well-thought-out present. Keep chemicals away from me; I will get hurt. I may also have been skeptical for the fact that upon opening the bottle, my nose was filled with such noxious fumes that I had to break out my emergency Harijuku Lovers bottle and spray down my bathroom like I was extinguishing a house fire. Like any good skeptic, I decided to do some research on the Internet before using these products... I found that it had extremely positive reviews, so I decided to try it... Let me just say.... I have never, not once in my entire life, been able to say (without a visit to a hairdresser) that I am completely satisfied with my hair. Tonight, I am. It is perfectly straight, thin, and smooth. I can ask for nothing more. I am so happy that I feel like dancing. But, I always feel like dancing so that doesn't mean much...

On a different, more raging note, I am FURIOUS. I haven't eaten a chocolate creemie with chocolate sprinkles in months. I am dying, devastated. I have never gone this long. Actually, I have. Last winter. And I went into a state of depression. I am considering buying a creemie machine so I don't fall back into the same black hole of endless night. I hate winter. Actually, I don't. But I hate that creemie stores close in the winter. I don't CARE that they don't make a profit! I would buy creemies every day! I don't care how cold it is! I WANT ICE CREAM! You know what? I will be their sole customer! I will buy all of their creemies every day and they WILL make a profit. SO HMPH, take that evil creemie stores! You can't deprive me any longer- I won't let you!

OK, I feel like your eyes are all getting wide. Oh shit, Dylan's gone crazy again. I'm sorry guys. It's just... I'm going through major creemie withdrawal. My symptoms include fits of hysteria, anxiety, insomnia, blackouts, and outbursts.

Not really.

I don't want you to think I am a psycho.

I'm not.

Really.

Kind of.

Sort of.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

Anyway! I'm going to sleep so... Until later, my friends.

CK

Well, hi, chickadees! (And... chicka....dudes? idk.) I thought that photo was clever, was it not? So, anyway, quick update! Vacation ends tomorrow (=o). I'm sort of freaking out. See, I was not very productive over break... I have a LOT to do today. I will probably be up pretty late tonight. Which is okay, I guess, since I got 12 hrs sleep last night. (Though I am yawning right now, which makes little to no sense........)

Well, I'd better get to it! Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me! (Okay, I will admit it. I did spend the majority of break watching re-runs of South Park and Kim Possible. Don't judge.)

More later! CK

I'm the Get-Out-Of-My-Spotlight one!

Hi guys! This is the first post of 2011, yay! (And I know what you're all thinking- 2 posts in 2 days?!) Well, yeah. I'm back. In 2011, I'm going to experiment with photo-blogging, quickie posts from my phone, etc, so that I can keep my blog more up to date. It's hard since I'm always super-busy! So, you may have noticed that I updated my layout... The old one was nice, I liked it, but I wanted a more simplistic feel. So this is just an experimentation- hope you like it!

So, to begin, how about some poetry? It's been a while, I know. Here's a poem I wrote a few weeks ago... I was bored and feeling inspired.

The Real Me

People say I'm the brainy one

The smart one,

The genius one.

By people, I mean everyone

And that's just fine by me.

But I'm not just the brainy one

Underneath, I'm loads of fun!

I'm many ones;

I'm everyone!

So who are you to me?

I'm the optimistic one,

The sometimes narcissistic one

The never pessimistic one

It's really good to be-

The funny one, the happy one!

The almost always smiley one

The fearless one, the daring one

Everyone is me.

But I'm also the scared one,

The lonely one, the bored one

I'm the dulled and dimmed one

That no one really sees

But I'm the bright-idea one!

The crafty one, the happy one

I'm really just the nice one

And that's all I'll ever be

I'm the outrageous one,

The get-out-of-my-spotlight one!

I'm the would-be glamorous one

Screaming, "me, me, me, me, ME!"

I may not be the perfect one;

The perfect one isn't anyone

I have flaws like everyone

And that's what makes me, me.

I'll still be the confident one

'Cause I can take you down at Scrabble, hun

Remember? I'm the brainy one

Don't even challenge me.

I'm the real outdoorsy one

The musical one, the skiing one

If you thought I was just the brainy one,

Take a closer look and see- the real me.

I know that was pretty long- took up three pages in my journal! But I think it was really good for me to write. Sometimes, you lose track of who you are in life. You get caught up in what other people think of you, and you forget what you think about yourself. In times like these, it's good to take a moment to remember that there is more than one side to everyone! It was fun to brainstorm all the different dimensions of me, and then it was even more fun to compose the poem. I looooove the rhyme scheme. I know it's just a fun, playful poem, so it's not supposed to be some genius work of Wordsworth. But, hey, for 15 minutes on a Friday night? I think I did pretty well.

So, I hope you all have a fabulous 1st week of 2011- I know I plan to! School is starting back up, so I have a lot of homework to do... I hope everyone was happy and healthy for the New Year!

Let me know what you think about the new layout!

-CK