Name: Kimberly
Nicknames: Kimi, Kimi-chan, Kim, KitKat, Kitten-chan, The dumbest smart person in the world (courtesy of my friends and family), Crazy/Psycho/Insane, Genius, la-fee-de-morte(deviantArt), Katana Black(FanFiction.net), Katana Black (FictionPress.com), Katsody (GaiaOnline), Katsody (TinierMe)
Residence: East Coast, USA
Interests: Reading, writing, music, gaming, manga, learning. I'm a writer, a musician, a gamer, and a scientist. If Barnes and Noble, Game Stop, a biological research lab, and a ramen shop all decided to collaborate on a single store, I would live there for the rest of my natural life and be in pure bliss.
Favorites:
Genre(s) of Music: Classical, neo-classical, rock, reggaeton
Song(s): Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, One-Winged Angel, Vanessa-Mae, Bach Street Prelude
Artist(s): Bond, Clint Mansell, The Used, Ludwig van Beethoven, John Williams, Black Violin, Muse, t.A.T.u., Killswitch Engage, 30 Second to Mars, Vanessa-Mae, Utada Hikaru, Emilie Autumn, 3OH!3, BoA, Dir en Grey, Tokio Hotel, Paul Oakenfold
Game(s): Kingdom Hearts, Soul Calibur, Mortal Kombat, The World Ends With You
Gaming Platform: Xbox 360, PS2
Character(s): Train Heartnet (Black Cat), Ludwig Kakumei (Ludwig Kakumei), L and Light (DeathNote), Axel and Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Kakashi-sensei (Naruto), Curious George, Sho Minamimoto (TWEWY)
Book: Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Manga(s): Black Cat, DeathNote, Rurouni Kenshin, Buso Renkin, Ludwig Kakumei, Kuroshitsuji, Axis Powers Hetalia, and Deadman's Wonderland
Color(s): Black, red, pink
Food(s): BBQ chicken, ramen
Dessert(s): rum raisin ice cream, chocolate pocky
Fruit: watermelon
Animal: felines
Tools of the Trade: Mental instability and something to write with. A good soundtrack doesn't hurt, either.
Favorite Quote: "When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her." --Michel de Montaigne
Welcome to my world! Please buckle up and keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Don't worry about emergency exits; there are none. If you wish to exit before the ride is over, you do so at your own risk. If you sustain any form of brain damage, IQ reduction, and/or psychological disorder from any of these rides, I will not be held liable. Have a nice day and enjoy your trip!
Ugh. AP exams are over, but apparently my classes aren't. We're still doing obscene amounts of work in English and History. And then my computer's hard drive decided to spontaneously die on me, taking my report for English with it. Then my teacher is practically forcing me to join NHS, which I don't want to do. I have a solo to memorize for the spring concert next week, and my home life isn't exactly daisies and sunshine.
It's been a bad week, and it's not even over yet. I thought it would get easier after AP exams. I lied. :P
Well, at least I have a bunch of writing project to keep me busy. Lovely me, I'm writing four stories simultaneously, because I can't keep my ideas in my head. Gross.
Toodles!
The Authoress
Ugh. Prom sucked. End of that story.
But this is just a really quick update: I will not be spending as much time doing any of the things I love (re: writing, spending time online, reading fanfictions, writing, RPing, checking my inboxes, WRITING) because of two things. One, prom ate my weekend, so I now have to make up for lost time during the week. Two, AP exams are this Thursday, Friday, and upcoming Monday, and every spare minute I have will be spent trying (and failing) to study for them. I'm terrible at studying, for the sole fact that I hate rereading things. Plus, I have a social justice test on Wednesday, a project that require my interview subject to e-mail me back (hopefully soon :P), and volunteer hours (12, to be exact) to complete.
All in all, it pretty much means no time for me. Except maybe when I'm sleeping.
Busily yours,
Kimi-chan
So! Back again, for part two of Boston!
Day Three. Competition day. I woke up at five, after about five hours of sleep. Story of my life. Anyway, I went through all of the prep stuff and we got on the bus and all, and went to choir competition. The only really important thing that happened there was a groups of kids from another school (whom I will not name) who were eating, laughing, and pointing during our classical choir performance--being general asshats. Our director was really upset and told the people in charge about it. We were all pretty upset about it, too. More like super pissed-off.
After that we went to our band competition, but not before a really quick and crowded stop at McDonald's for lunch. Then our bands went up, and that was the end of competition. We got back to the hotel with about an hour until the dinner dance, so we got ready and stuff. The important thing is the actual dance. It was terrible. It was ridiculously crowded, and my friends and I were too tired to dance, so we sat by the side. Then after a while, we went to the other end of the room where it was emptier and danced a little and hung out around there. Then the real ish went down. Some guys from one of the New York schools was cussing and threatening one of our girls, and I could write a whole book on how pissed off I was because it was a bunch of ghetto black boys with no manners at all (I'm black myself) had the nerve to come to a formal event and act like that. That's when our chaperons said we could go upstairs if we wanted to. A bunch of us, mostly juniors and seniors, I think, went up to the room. My sister stayed at the party (I made sure she was safe), and so we hung out upstairs for the rest of the night. Pizza, video games (Super Smash Bros.!), chocolate covered almonds, ice, music--it was pretty fun.
So that was our last night in Boston, a massive hallway party. The next morning, we woke up, ate breakfast, got on the bus, went to church. Nothing special. The only thing that happened was about two hours away from home, my sister got hit in the head with a laptop that fell from an overhead compartment. The buses pulled into a CVS and they pulled me off my bus to be with her. Everyone is still asking me if she's okay. It's nice to know all my friends care, I guess. But she's fine. It was just a little bump. And so my friend said to me, "Wow. Everything that could go wrong on this trip did."
Yeah, pretty much.
My favorite Boston trip quote: "What the fuck is that shit on my ceiling?!" XD XD XD
Oh, yeah. Good times. I guess I'm glad to be back. But I'm going to be out again on Friday, for Law Day. :P
Ramen-deliciously yours,
Kimi-chan
I'm baaaaack!
...from Boston, that is. This trip was, out of the three band/show choir trips I've gone on, was the worst, event-wise. It all started on Day One...
Even before leaving, I knew this trip would be a handful and a half. The itinerary for the trip had us booked to the gills with events. Every spare minute of our time up to curfew was occupied by something, an attempt to prevent any mischief (thank you, cheerleading trip). Day one required us to be at school at 5 o' clock a.m. We didn't pull out until somewhere around 6:30. I slept through most of the trip up to Boston, and then we had about half an hour for lunch. I had chicken and shrimp teriyaki. Yum. Then we went on a duck tour of Boston in an amphibious vehicle, which was alright. Would have been better, were it not for a certain someone being totally and completely obnoxious.
After the duck tour, we went back to our hotel. This is where problems really started. As the room keys were being handed out, some of us suddenly realized we didn't have rooms. Uh-oh. We found out that half of our rooms weren't ready. What made it even worse was that we had gotten back to our hotel at least an hour later than we were supposed to. There was no way our rooms would have been ready on time. On top of not even having rooms, we needed to leave the hotel at 5:30 to get to the Boston Symphony Orchestra on time. By 4:45, we half of us still didn't have rooms, including our choral director. Needless to say, she was pissed off.
Me and my friends didn't get our rooms in time, so the three of us went to my sister's room and changed there--eight girls changing in one room. Oh, the joy. We barely arrived at the symphony on time and had to rush to our seats. The symphony was wonderful, but by the time we got to the last piece, we were so tired we really just wanted to go. I spent the entire last piece just trying not to fall asleep. I conked out on the ride home, and when we got back, our directors told us curfew was at twelve. My roommates and I went upstairs to investigate our room, and were very disappointed. There was purple shit on the ceiling, the bathroom was dirty, and the wall lamp was hanging out of the wall. After noting this, we went out into the hallway to go retrieve our things from my sister's room, and the hotel manager is up and down the hallways, telling us all to get in our rooms, curfew is at eleven. He was telling us we were all making too much noise and that we needed to get in our rooms.
I don't know who this guy thought he was, but he had some nerve coming and telling us that. First of all, we didn't get back to the hotel until after eleven. Second, the reason we were in the halls in the first place was because we all needed to get our things from other rooms because the hotel didn't have our freakin' rooms ready on time! Maybe if they had done their jobs right and had our rooms ready on time, we wouldn't all have been running around trying to get our things! Me and my roommates had a good time ranting about the crackhead team that was running the hotel.
So that was Day One. I woke up Day Two with the worst headache of my life and a stuffy nose, and then had to go sing, because we were doing workshops on a college campus. I found out that I, along with several others who were in both band and choir, would not be going to Salem, as we originally thought we would. So, I sang, the lady critiqued, and then I went over for band. I played, and then I went with a couple friends to get some lunch (ramen and shrimp--yum!). We sat outside in the sun and ate, and my friend's mother told us that the choral director wasn't letting the choir kids go to Salem in favor of more practice. So, really, out of everybody that paid to reserve the museum solely for us, the only people who went were people only in band. We were a little ticked off at that. Then we went to play a game with a bunch of college students. That was one of the most fun moments of the trip. After that, we left the college and went to see the Blue Man Group, another concert for which we were late. But the concert was fun, another fun moment of the trip. After that, we went to the market and to dinner, where me and my friends walked around talking in British accents. We bought some stuff, ate dinner, and then walked around some more. It was pretty much the only free time we had on the trip, and I wish we had more. But it was fun. We went back to the hotel, and me and my roommates spent the rest of the night being stupid in the room.
I'll continue the Boston Trip reminiscing later, Days Three and Four. They're so action packed, they deserve another post. 
GAH! I have so much stuff to catch up on at Organization Oblivion! Not to mention I have to finish Duet con Trio. -_-' I didn't have enough time to finish it before I left, so now it's even more late. It's been fermenting in my brain and taking up space for about a week now.
Um...I can't think of anything else right now, so bye.
Oh, yeah! The weather is beautiful. It smells like summer. I'm happy.
Sniffling and tired,
KitKat
So I was thinking this morning, and here are my thoughts for the day:
1. Men are gay.
2. Bodies are always better dead.
3. Sephiroth and Cloud together will forever be hot.
Then I thought,
'Dead bodies are my second favorite things,'
And a voice said,
'Second to what?'
And I thought,
'Bodies that are mutilated and bleeding!'
And a voice (Camrin) said,
'You lie. You know your favorite thing is yaoi fanfictions.'
And I thought,
':3'
All while walking down the hallway this morning. I am such a case. In other news, Boston is in: 1 day, 19 hours, and 3 mins! WOOOoooOOOOHHHOOOOoooOOOooOO!
One who can't wait for Thursday morning,
Kitten-chan
