Author Archives: Kelci

who are you again?

yeah… it’s been a while, i know. at the urging of the bossman, i have decided to explain why i haven’t been posting at all for a while.

Junior Term paper.

it’s hell. it’s not as bad as everybody makes it seem, but it is very time-comsuming. when i’m not researching my term paper(on depression), i’m giving friends a ride to wherever they wanna go, working(someone quit so i get more hours… yay?), shopping for a prom dress(i am going with bossman), or attempting to relax. what do i do for fun? drive around listening to my ipod, which is in desperate need of some new tunes. i saw brian regan with my family last weekend, and he said “an ipod is a wonderful device. it turns all the songs you love, into songs you never want to hear again.” which is generally true. i spend most of the time on my ipod pushing the next button. luckily, lady gaga’s new album comes out soon, and panic at the disco’s new album is coming out next month. yaaaaaaaaaaaay. both have released singles, and i gotta say i prefer P!atd’s “the ballad of mona lisa” to lady G’s “born this way”. i just have to point out one thing… if you are transgender, (nothing wrong with it) you weren’t born that way. that’s the whole point of being transgender. plot flaw in the new one there.

in other news… last payday, i made $149. it was almost completely gone that night. i went to walmart, cashed my check, got some things i’ve been wanting to try, (some new mascara, new soap for my bathroom, mt dew whiteout, 17 magazine, toothpaste, stride SPARK, and some grapes) you know. the good stuff. then i had to go to my dad’s house and babysit my little brother while he went to a meeting so i stopped by QDoba to get some quick dinner before then. i was in a hurry. this is already bad. i grabbed my wallet only out of my purse, left my keys on the seat, and proceded to realize i locked my keys purse AND cell phone in my car. awesome. so i figured i would just go in anyway and at least get something to eat while i figured out how to get my keys. i saw three people i kind of knew and didn’t want to talk to when i walked in, and just when i thought i’d have to ask one of them to use a phone, i saw my friend ashlee in the corner with her dad. she let me use her droid to get the number of the guy who always unlocks my car for me (for $40) and he did that and i went on my merry way. that’s half my paycheck spent. halfway home, *ding* my gas light comes on. sweet. spent another $30 on a half tank of gas. then i went home for about an hour and watched tv with my little brother, and then i picked up kalani from work. molly from her boyfriends, and ashlee from her house and we all went to noodle bowl express to just hang out. i spent another $13 dollars on food for my little brother and i. then i spent $20 dollars at hasting’s on a new lanyard, a coheed and cambria bracelet, and a car charger for my ipod. then i took everyone home and slept like a baby. not really. i suck at sleeping lately. so i spent $133 dollars before 24 hours had passed. i spent the rest the next day hanging out with joshua at grains of montana and paciugo. did you know they make violet flavored gelato? twas good.

i hope i get better about posting more. sorry this is way unorganized.

thanks for reading.

love, kelci

k i lied. THIS is the first video of me. i forgot.

we saved leopold. i apologize for ashley’s ashley-ness and being LOUD

OY! IM A MOVIE STAR!

just kidding. but this is my first vlog or video of me ever, so enjoy the semi-awkward that ensues.

Lonely Kelci is Lonely.

i have no best friend. if you say to yourself, HEY! what about me?

1. when was the last time we hung out? when was the last time you wanted to see me?

2. when was the last time we trusted each other with something? do you tell me things as deep in your mind as i tell you?

3. do you use me in any sense of the word? do you ask me to do things for you that you know you shouldn’t ask for?

4. have you ever lied to me? chances are i’ve never once lied to you.

5. there’s a difference between nice and friends. you can be completely nice to a person, and even hang out every once in a while, and never call them a friend.

6. do you even like me? do you smile at me for me, or for you?

 

ah, Mondays. “so you blaze, right?” (12/27/10)

NO I DO NOT HAVE NEVER WILL NOT EVER NO NO NO JUST NO.

*bzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz* before work.  text from molly. “my mom wants to know if you wanna sleep over.” not you? okay. “yeah! i do!” text dad. “can i sleep over at molly’s?” “yep just be home tomorrow by 9:45.” “you got it chief.” get off at 11. go to pick up molly from her boyfriend’s. pass taco bell. get REALLY hungry. *screeeeeeee* turn around. drive through, “yeah can i just get a crunchwrap and a milk?” “no. HAHA HA i’m just playin. pull up.” he opens the window. mind: “wow you’re really cute.” mouth: “hi.” “hey, i hooked you up with some  cinnamon twists for free.” mind: “blue eyes. wow.” mouth: “thanks.” “yeah, you want a drink? i mean, i know you got a milk, but like…?” mouth: “sure. pink lemonade?” “what size?” “i don’t care.” “okay. here ya go. :)” charming smile and i drive off, not knowing what hit me. i pick up molly, just finishing the crunchwrap when i get there, and she gets in. “you suck! i wanted to ask you if we could go to TB!” “we can go back. i just have to drop off mckeale’s poster before we go to your house.” “ok.” drive BACK to taco bell, order molly’s food (really awkward already) “k so that’ll be 264 dollahs” “at the third window, right?” pull up.  “heeeeeey, i remember you!” *charming smile* “yep.” handed card, handed food, “so how are you doing tonight?” “fine, don’t you have like six cars in line?” “ahh, F**k em.” “um. okay.” “hahaha but really, you should probably go, i could get in huge trouble.” “alright, later.” screeeeeeeeeee get lost on 48th looking for mckeales house, call her mom, find her house, give her the poster, leave, “kelci. you should go back to taco bell.” why… “why?” “so you can get his number.” “hahaha. he probably wouldn’t give it to me. isn’t your mom all ‘wtf where are they?’??” “hmm, she’s asleep.” go back to taco bell. again. this time i skipped the speaker and went straight to the window. “ahh, you again?” *smile smile smile* “yep, we’re back.” “well what do you need this time?” “um, i just want your number.” “oh, OH! yeah, hell yeah! one second.” *slams window, scrambles to find pen* ego boost for me. “ummm. i can’t find a pen that works. do you have one?” (molly) “dude, just put it in your phone.” “i can just put it in my phone.” “ah, yeah… so it’s not a cell phone number cuz i don’t have one… it’s my home phone.” gives me his number and i put it in my phone. “so yeah, i’m anthony, and you are?” “kelci.” “kelci. cool. so wait, you blaze right?” *record scratch* i had no idea what he was asking. i didn’t even process what he said until after i responded. *pause* “yeah, uh, oh, yeah, yeah.” “sweet, so what are you doing at like two?” *realize what i just did.* shit. “um. SLEEPING.” “darn, cuz that’s when i get off, and i have a fat quarter sitting at home.” “uh huh, sleeping.” “alright well just call me tomorrow, that’s my day off.” *wink* “k bye” SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE leave. “NOPE! NOT HAPPENING!” delete number. end of story. all of this happened. just my luck.

 

**apologies if you don’t understand the format i put this in**

YOU’RE MAKIN US LOOK BAD!

That was directed at opie and spence. and even josh a little, for the sole purpose of making it look like i haven’t been slacking majorly. my life caught up to me… so i’m seventeen, and here’s a list of the AWESOME STUFF I GOT!

THE PERFECT HAIRCUT I WANTED

A REAL-LIFE BABY!

okay, you caught me… this one’s mostly a joke. i just had to show off this adorable little kid copying me.

purple chuck taylors...okay, this is probably my favorite present. my friend jason got me purple chuck taylors. they’re in my size, but the men’s version. so my large-footed pal spencer sheehan gets em. 🙂

lady gaga shirt!

my friend molly got me ANOTHER lady gaga shirt (she got me one last year too) so now i have one for every day of the week. call me obsessed and i’ll give you a thumbs up and smile.

the middle one's mine.

yes, they are awesome. lady gaga heartbeats by Dr. Dre. studio quality. the REAL DEAL.

obv. this isn't me. but this is my new shirt. i love it.

COHEED AND CAMBRIA FLAG!

momma doesn’t want me to pushpin it to my ceiling, so i’m honestly considering putting it in my car.

this is my new wallet. i have a matching phone cover. i wanna color them both. neon. yep.

MY NEW BINDINGS (they niiiiiice)

new mints 🙂

aaaaaaand my baby, phillip.

and that’s just birfday stuff. there’ll probably be a follow-up in a more crisscrosstmassy flavor. nom.

in case you couldn’t tell, love, kelci.

birfday?

it’s only friday. i still have two more  days, but i already feel it. my friend molly got me a necklace, some nail polish and eyeliner, and a zebra wallet with a bow. i’ll post pictures after i get everything else. 🙂 today, i spent the 40 dollar check my gramma sent me early on a pretty random outfit, that i feel works for me. what i’m not okay with is my constant shifting attitude. every twenty minutes i want someone to pay attention, and then i get sick of the world and want to be very very alone. ideas?

love, kelci

ISS?

I do not deserve this. the things that aren’t my fault:

  1. the three-way traffic into the school being a mile long when i got there, the same time i always do.
  2. my mom is a teacher, and therefore uses that to somehow enforce that she won’t call me in 5 minutes late to school.
  3. the parking ouside of the school is nuts. i have at least a 5-minute walk from the closest spot i could get. why won’t i buy a parking pass? I don’t know where the money is going. the wide-screen TVs that are strategically placed to block the busiest intersections, making me late, and landing me here? i think NOT. wouldn’t you wanna take care of the asbestos first? i suppose my priorities are a little more in check. and i’m not in charge. my bad.

the things that are my fault:

  1. I went back to my house after i left to turn off all our lights to save my mom some money, she’s been complaining about bills.
  2. i took a little bit longer getting ready today, because i was trying to look good for a guy i’m not having lunch with anymore. my luck, right?

and so now i’m all splotch-faced in ISS because i cry like a baby when i’m pissed. and another rant against SD2: why are there teachers in the dean’s office? did the deans die? No. where are they? A BASKETBALL GAME. you would think at least one of them is supposed to stay here. being a dean takes some commitment to actually being at that school during school, doesn’t it? the irony that i was being lectured about responsibility kills me. I suppose i got a little “break” out of it. this is my 5th “R” (i don’t even know what that means) so technically, I should be at the truancy center. Instead, i’m staring at a terribly-painted mural (no offense, just in case, i’m really upset) in the cafeteria. oh boy!! i’m so overjoyed that i’m not doing the same exact thing at the truancy center… the “dean” said, “i’m actually glad you’re upset, because it shows you’re a good kid and you don’t want this.” WHY WOULD I WANT THIS?! thanks anyway, i guess. on the bright side, i can do homework, read, listen to music, write anything i want, and shut the heck up. i choose the alternative and look at the glass with two drops in it. i’m not going to lunch, i’m not getting asked out, i’m sure the fact that i had to cancel due to ISS makes me significantly more attractive, and i seriously look like a train hit me. this is humiliating.  i do have my birthday to look forward to, though. i’ll be celebrating without my grampa, since he’s dead. i have to celebrate seperately with my mom, dad, and brother, because they’re divorced and he moved out. within the same week. i’ll probably be able to go to sushi for dinner, but it’ll be silent or small-talk, because none of us ever want to say anything. did i mention it’s on a monday? i don’t want any presents from anyone, i just want my family and my life back. It’s freezing in here. then again, i have the average body temperature of a lizard. I cannot believe the conversations i had last night. my big brother told me he loves me, i’m the perfect sister, fun to be around, don’t let others influence me, and he’s proud of who i am. did you hear that? he’s proud. that went from 0-60 in a flash. I guess he always laughs at my jokes and we get along alright, but that was really mushy for him. it’s really nice to hear from anyone. my good friend said he wanted to date me, my best friend told me he’s impressed with me for handling all the stuff i do handle, and that he’s not giving up. and now i’m here. figures.

the above post was written this morning in ISS because i REALLY needed to blow off some steam. not mocking any of the ridiculous stuff i put down is appreciated.

so that’s my day. oh, and i can’t go to the art museum with joshua after school, because my mom won’t let me. *THUMBS UP, WORLD!!*

Winter binge.

nom. so i’m a very musically inclined person, and during the winter it only gets worse because i hate being outside in the cold. i also hate sunlight and fresh air. that was a joke, for the readers who now think i’m a hermit..

anyway. i’ve been getting into a lot of mellow stuff, like *cringe* will. (i want to do this!) Andrew Bird’s album Weather Systems has been a favorite of mine since march, and I just got back into some music from my childhood, the soundtrack of the piano. apparently it’s a movie from 1993. i’ve never seen it, but my mom plays the songs all the time and i love them.  I also recently purchased Frank sinatra’s greatest hits album. NOM NOM NOM. he has the same birthday as me, fun fact. (DECEMBER 13 SEVEN DAYS ZOMG)

on a more hardcore note, i’ve gotten back into System of a down, thanks to my good friend, Jeremy Hicks.  some goodies i’ve added recently are:

  • ghosts n stuff- Deadmau5
  • feeling good- My brightest diamond
  • the green gentleman- P!atd
  • planetary (GO!)- My Chemical Romance
  • Envy is Dangerous- Raised Fist
  • That’s life- Frank Sinatra (HOMEBOOOOOOOOOOOOY)
  • We are all we have- the casualties (thanks opus)
  • Erase me- kid cudi
  • sledgehammer- Peter Gabriel
  • Rant- Bo Burnham (it’s all about the catholic church and i FREAKING LOVE IT)
  • all to all- broken social scene
  • we called it america- NOFX
  • beep- the pussycat dolls (this song makes me cry from laughing so hard)
  • don’t hold back- the sleeping
  • statues of ourselves- Semi Precious Weapons (these guys opened for gaga and they’re so ridiculous.)
  • Doo Dah Doo Doo- Tim and Eric. it’s unsettling how much this song reminds me of something my friends would do.

happy hint: THE SNOW MOVES WITH YOUR MOUSE!! i made opie bring it back for my own guilty pleasure… 😉 that’s all folks, my next post may or may not be before my birthday, but you can sure as heck look forward to pictures of everything i rake in!

love, Kelci

top 25 songs/it took six guys to get me out of there/lady thieves.

i figured i’d let you guys know what i (supposedly) listen to the most. some of these might be my mom’s doing.

  1. bright lights- matchbox twenty.
  2. boats and birds- Gregory and the Hawk
  3. Hours of Wealth- Opeth
  4. Lost- Avenged Sevenfold… (brother)
  5. Jealous guy- Casey James
  6. Candle (sick and tired)- White Tie Affair
  7. Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 1- Pink Floyd
  8. Falling Down- Atreyu♥
  9. Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady Gaga (mom)
  10. Hold On- good Charlotte
  11. coffeshop soundtrack- all time low (thanks opie)
  12. He Lives In You- Lebo M (opening song of lion king 2)
  13. Fame- Lady Gaga (mom)
  14. Bad Romance- Lady Gaga
  15. Truth- Seether
  16. Colors- Crossfade
  17. Honor- Atreyu ♥
  18. The light and the glass- Coheed and cambria ♥
  19. Jamie all over- Mayday Parade (thanks again opie)
  20. Black or white- Michael Jackson
  21. Trashin’ the camp- Phil collins ft. N*SYNC (tarzan soundtrack)
  22. Teeth- Lady Gaga
  23. Icky Thump- White stripes
  24. Dirty Diana- Michael Jackson
  25. Speechless- Michael Jackson
  26. and if we didn’t have the ones from my mom and brother, we get…Mother Superior- Coheed and Cambria
  27. Downfall- Matchbox twenty

so there’s that… and now to explain the next section of my title. when i parked this morning, the bell had already rung, and i wasn’t sure if they were letting us in after the first ten minutes again, so i was desperate for a spot. i took one that just happened to be three feet deep. couldn’t get out, so what do i do? fix my hair a little and stroll into the weight room and ask who wants to help “little ol’ me” *insert pout here* get my car outta the snow. six guys followed me across the school to push it out. epic win on my part. of course it’s sick, but i got my car out, and i didn’t have to call a tow truck… so everybody’s happy.

and now for the latest segment of things you don’t normally hear in first period…

  • “why have you got grow lights in your house, swarm??” “have you seen the yearbook photo requirements?” “what has that got to do with your grow lights?” “I shouldn’t talk about that, I’m trying to change the subject.”
  • “the guys in this room didn’t do a thing about it. Of course, there aren’t any guys in this room.”
  • “Hazen, you’re a brat. Just because you’re kinda big and semi-good lookin doesn’t mean you shouldn’t nicen up. You could actually get a nice girlfriend who wouldn’t break up with you after a week cuz you’re a jerk.”
  • “so this thanksgiving was just bad. The guy carving the turkey cut his finger and it was a pretty good slice, so he was bleeding all over it. it was like drip, drip, drip, and i was the only one who saw it. well the guy had a little too much to drink and i had to take over and i didn’t know what to do  so i just didn’t say anything, so somebody got bloody turkey and it was just bad.”
  • “YOU ATE THE BLOODY TURKEY??” -me in a british accent
  • si, espanol uno es babyland.
  • say you have a guy who takes your woman, can you call him a ladrona, a lady thief? “miguel, you can call him anything you want, i’d say a lot worse than that.”
  • la ladrona siguio robando ellas, that means the lady thief kept on stealing ladies. “gracias, miguel…”

love, kelci