The Life and Crimes of I

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!

Created By Rexikat Rhapsody

Let's Party

So...It's my birthday? And now I'm 17?

Christ, I'm getting old. And I don't like it.

I think I may or may not have a slight Peter Pan complex. Neverland, here I come.

This has been the busiest summer vacation of my life. Almost every other week I've been away from home. I went to Maryland for a week, came back, went to South Carolina for a week, came back, went to the Sea Girt State Trooper Academy for a week, and just came back last Friday. And in another week, I'm going to Florida.

I'd almost rather just sit on my ass all day at home.

With all this traveling, I haven't had much time to write. And now that the summer is coming to a close, I just recently found out what textbook I need for AP Chem and that my teacher still hasn't received his own copy of it. Which means probably another week before I actually find out the assignment. Whoever said get your summer work done early didn't go to MonDon.

But I am trying to finish up some writing. Ahem. The next chapter of ITBDLY is almost finished, and Noble Heart is almost complete as well. For some reason, I got more writing done during the school year, when I had absolutely no time to spare. Weird.

Anyway, I recently bought The World Ends With You, and I am so addicted to that game. I played it non-stop for five days after I got it, beat it, and then promptly started unlocking all those cool little features. I love Sho Minamimoto and his stupid math geek self, and Beat with his curry, and Joshua (as annoying as that brat is, I think he's my favorite). And the RAMEN! My God, they're, like, obsessed! I love it! Nothing better than ramen and video games. The ending was crazy, too. I won't spoil it, but I swear--more twists than an episode of All My Children.

I guess that's all for a quick update on myself. Peace out to everyone out there!

Elderly yours,
Kimberly

Leaving

Just for a week, guys, no need to panic. I'm on vacation at my aunt's house in Maryland, with her four kids (affectionately referred to from here on out as "The Brood"), and I won't really have time to be on and stuff. Just what I need after being away from O.O.N.G. for a month: another week to catch up on.

Happily yours,
Kat-chan

Oliver (Not Twist)

Well, I'm considerably calmer since my last post. Still upset, but a little better. Amazing what yaoi and twincest will do for your spirits.

Today's my last day as a junior, yay! Right now, I'm in AP Bio wondering where the hell my teacher even is. He left the room, like half and hour ago. I think he went to have a quickie with his wife, Sue. (Kenneth and Sue are married, and they both work as teachers in my school. Sue just had a baby last Thanksgiving, and his name is Gavin. They have another daughter named Gracie, and she's about two or something.) Or maybe he went to his secret back room to jack off to the hundreds of lab notebooks he keeps there. (In the back room of our bio lab is the prep room with all the stuff in it, and he keeps this giant case of lab notebooks from his Advanced Bio classes. He makes us turn in the notebooks at the end of the class, and me and my friend have a theory that he has a secret notebook fetish.)

Anyway, we're pretty bored here, just talking about where the hell he went.

Comically yours,
Kat-chan

Michel de Montaigne...

...got it right: "Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations."

Seriously, if anyone knows any clean, painless methods of suicide, feel free to make a suggestion. Out of all the times I've contemplated it, I think I'm finally there. Honestly, it seems like people would be so much better off without me. If I'm really that much of a burden, if making all of those sacrifices bothers you so much, if I didn't turn out the way you planned, if everything I do is disrespectful, everything I say is wrong, and nothing I do is good enough, then maybe you'd be better off if I wasn't here. I'm sorry if what I'm expecting of you is too much, but I never asked for you to go above and beyond anything. We could be living on the streets, and I wouldn't care, as long as you told me you loved me every day. If you really think that having a good education made me this way, then maybe you should listen to me more closely, and you'd see that's absolutely ludicrous. You say that I don't care about the sacrifices you made. If I didn't care, then I wouldn't have a 100 plus GPA in school, and I would be working to be the best at everything I do. I appreciate EVERYTHING you've done for me, and apparently the things I do to show it aren't good enough. Okay, so I almost never get the laundry done on time. Okay, so I don't drop everything I'm doing to fulfill your latest command. Okay, so I don't meet your expectations. I'M SORRY. Obviously we've been expecting too much from each other. But you need to acknowledge your shortcomings as well, and saying, 'I'm not perfect' doesn't count. You have a tendency to be hypocritical, saying that I'm disrespectful while you throw temper tantrums because I've done something wrong. You say I'm distant, when distance is the only way I can preserve my sanity. You say you have to run away sometimes to preserve your own sanity while telling me that my way of preserving mine is wrong. I can't run away like you can; I can't just jump in a car and drive. I have to maintain a certain degree of distance otherwise I'll be in the situation I am now: I care too much. And when you care too much, you get hurt. And I'm tired of being hurt. I have to maintain my distance from reality; it's for my own sake. And when you get to the bottom of it, we're human beings. Animals. Self-preservation is in our genes. And if that means suicide, then so be it. I'm not going to suffer needlessly if I'm causing so much trouble to others by doing so. And I hate to sound like a typical teenager, but I'm really at my rope's end here. I have no one to turn to, no one to talk to, because no one will listen and understand. Nothing except for the fake reality I've created in my head, and even that can only go so far. When you can't even talk to the person that you have the problem with, where do you go?

Despairingly yours,
Kimberly

Headshot

So I've finally gotten my computer back, and it's going to take me at least another week to re-customize it. *sigh*

I have a fifty million page take home test due on Friday, as well as two five paragraph essays, an oral presentation to prepare, volunteer hours to finish, and signatures to acquire. I also have to figure out how to tell my teacher that I'm not applying to NHS because I a) don't have the time, b) don't have the desire, and c) don't know when the hell I'd be able to even finish the application. Then I have another oral presentation, for Social Justice, that's 30 percent of my grade, the grade which currently stands at a 99 and an exemption, an exemption which my teacher won't give out until after the oral presentation.

Seriously? Whoever said that life gets easier after AP exams was a fucking douche bag and deserves to be fed alive to ravenous piranhas.

Headshot,
Kimi

P.S. On the upside, our spring concerts (vocal and instrumental) went very well. I think it was our best band concert ever, and the vocal performances lived up to their reputations. My friend's dad put up a video on YouTube of me playing my Jethro Tull solo. I'll add the link to it later.

P.P.S. Okay, here it is: