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!
So! The countdown to Boston has begun: three days until Thursday, the day we leave for our band/show choir trip to Boston, MA! I can't wait. It's going to be so much fun. Of course, I still have music to practice...but don't worry, I'll have it mastered. 
(I actually have a small headache right now, so this will be brief.) Band trip, and then exams after that. AP exams, but I'm pretty much exempt from my other class (Social Justice), so AP exams are the really only ones I have to take. Which is pretty awesome, because we take those early May, and then the rest of the year is, like, free-sailing. Then all the seniors graduate, so a couple of my classes will be emptier by about half. So, yeah. I just gotta make it through exams, and then it's college stuff to think about. Not bad at all.
(I keep getting distracted by my little APH England FLELE shell. He blinks at me with the cutest little green eyes!) Ugh, back to school after break is the worst. One, you so do not want to go back after being able to sleep twelve hours a day. And two, you have to get readjusted to all the people and the drama, and the talking to people, and the being nice to people, and all the things that generally come with people. I was talking with my mother today about people, and life in general, and I was telling her about how there really is no point to life at all.
But people especially...I just kind of don't like us. I'd rather be an animal, like a cat, or a bird. But a cool bird, like a falcon. I love falcons. Yeah.
...Sorry, got carried away imagining myself as a falcon. Pretty cool, there.
And now I'm just rambling mindlessly, so maybe I should go. My teddy bear is smilin---argh! England just made a weird face! His eyes went all white and his mouth was like---AHH! He did it again! Creepy face!
Criminy dutch, he's at it again. He looks like he's possessed by the girl from The Ring. This kid at my grade school once told me I looked like her when I straightened my hair. I think I should have been affronted, but I really didn't care. I didn't hold his opinion in the highest regard anyway.
Touched in the mind but still faithfully yours,
KitKat
P.S. I've revamped my world, Quiet Desperation. It's now called Down the Rabbit Hole, and features only fanfictions. I just don't feeling like posting my original stuff up here as well, when I have a dA and a FictionPress account. (If you really want to read my original stuff, the links are in the introduction to this world.)
And I got my braces off today! A half a year late, but hey! The deed is done. And I now have a beautifully straight, metal-free smile! 
My hair is poofy, straight, and soft, as I decided to really quick straighten it right after I shampooed it, instead of being lazy and doing it tomorrow, when I would have put hair stuff in it.
Really, nothing happened today, besides the braces. My appointment was in the morning, I got home, played Ninja Gaiden II, slept for a couple hours, woke up, had some ramen and spicy shrimp (delicious!), played some more Gaiden, went to band practice, had some pizza, came home, and now here I am.
Tomorrow I have an orientation to go to at the hospital I'm volunteering at. Two and a half hours, starting at nine in the morning. Joy.
Then I have to go back to the orthodontist for my plastic retainer.
And that's it.
So bye now.
Boringly yours,
The Authoress
I'm rather upset right now. I got into it again with my mother, about college and an interview for a volunteer position at the hospital I have to go to tomorrow. I don't really want to talk about the details, because it gets complicated and tedious, but suffice it to say that I still don't understand what my mother wants and expects of me. Everything I say seems like the wrong thing, everything I do seems the wrong thing. I want to go away for college, she asks me why, I say because I want to experience new things, and because I don't want to spend the rest of my life where I am now, she says I'm either a) running away, b) want to go away because I don't know what it's like out there, and c) I can get a perfectly good education at our local community college and something about how she didn't go to sleep-away college and going away to college is over-rated.
I wish I could say that I'm not the same person as she is, and that I have the opportunity to go away and I want to take it, but I'd get in so much trouble. So I settled for asking her if it was a bad thing that I wanted to go away since I have the opportunity, and she said no, and I said so what's the problem, I have the opportunity, and she said maybe that's the problem, I gave you too many opportunities when you were younger and now you feel that you have too many things you can do, and I said is it my fault that I tried to do the best at every opportunity I was given? and then I shut up after that. And cried. A lot. My eyes are so puffy right now, I feel like a horse kicked me in my eyes. :p
Because that's part of the problem. I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging, but school-wise, I'm pretty much acing everything. I love to write, and I love to play music. I'm interested in a lot of different things, and I want to be able to incorporate all of it into my life. But my mother keeps telling me that I can't do everything, and I don't know who to believe, her, or myself. And I think she really doesn't like me doing music because it takes up a lot of my time, and she says it's making me unbalanced and it stresses me out. But ever since I was little, music had been all I wanted to do. One of my life goals when I was younger was to make it into the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.
And here I am, after a lengthy explanation I didn't even want to go through. Whatever. I don't know what to do. I forgot to ask my teachers for my letters of rec (which she blamed on music, by the way, me forgetting), but I plan on doing that when I get back from spring break. She wants me to make up a plan of exactly what I'm going to do from here to applying to college to after college, getting a job and everything. She asked me again what I want to do, and I said I don't know, and that starting a whole new thing, which I really don't want to get into but I am anyway, aren't I. I've asked her one more than one occasion what she thinks I should do, and she always tells me the same thing: accounting, nursing, lawyer, or the ever popular, whatever you do, you'll be good at. I have told her on more than one occasion that I'm not sure, but I have a general direction. Yet here she is, upset with me because I don't know. So I cried. More.
Then I forgot to put the jacket to her nursing uniform in the washing machine, and she got upset with me over that, saying that it's always a problem to do the laundry, she always makes sure that I have a uniform for school, but to wash her uniform is a problem, and that I had an attitude when she asked me to wash her uniform.
I thought I put a whole set in there. Apparently I didn't. It was a mistake. I apologized, and then cried some more.
Then there was the whole thing about how I refused to tell her that my way of de-stressing is by talking to people in my head, but that's a whole new thing I really won't get into.
Or maybe I will. I tried to tell her that my way of staying unstressed is different from hers. I tend to take life on a minute-by-minute basis. Planning things out to see where things might stress me only stresses me out more. If I just take things as they come, I'm fine. I don't stress much on a normal basis. But having my mother constantly telling me I'm stressed, I seem stressed, or I will be stressed in the future--quite frankly, it's stressing me. And so when I told her that I have my own way of dealing with stress, she said that it was by spending ten hours on the computer. I said no, because while spending time on the computer (reading fanfictions, by the way, ) does help with stress, it's not the main thing I do. And so we went back and forth a couple times, until I said flat out that I couldn't tell her because she wouldn't understand. And she wouldn't. And she got upset, and I said it wasn't just her, I don't talk about it with anyone, because I don't. It's personal. I don't even talk about it with my best friends. People would think I'm crazy if I told them that, yeah, I talk to people in my head on a regular basis, yeah, I know technically I'm just talking to myself, but it makes me feel better so nyeah. Then my mother told me I was being selfish and self-centered by not talking about it, and I stayed silent, because that only confirmed a sneaking suspicion I've been having over the years.
Anyway, I'm getting to the point where I really, really need to talk to someone who'll actually listen and who's not biased on the situation, but I have no one, really. I have asked for a psychiatrist over the years, but my mother keeps saying I don't need one, which kind of upsets me, because she did say when she was getting a divorce that if either one of us (me and my sister) felt like we needed a psychiatrist, to say so. And I have. But whatever. I think that's why I talk to myself a lot of the time. I don't have anyone else, so I make do with who I have. Then there's the argument that she won't and no one else will understand me unless I talk about it. Been there, tried that, doesn't work.
I guess I'll end this by saying that I love my mother, and I know she means the best for me and my sister, but sometimes I think she doesn't understand me as well as she thinks. I know, typical teenage bullshit, but...I don't know. I know I'm not understanding the way she thinks, and I've told her that so many times it feels like an automatic response. I think I've changed, and she doesn't understand the new me, which is probably my fault, since part of that change involving not talking about my emotions. I don't know anymore. The only thing right now I can take refuge in is writing. Which is what I'm about to go do. Peace out.
Oh, yeah. Happy Belated Easter everyone!
Confuzzled and listening to Japanese rap,
Kimi-chan
P.S. Personal shout-out: Happy B-day, Cam!
I finally made a FF.net account (The-Written-Rhapsody). I suddenly had ideas for three new fanfictions, and figured I might as well. New ideas, new penname, new things all around.
I'm really kind of tired today, despite the fact that I went to bed at six o' clock last night and woke up at ten thirty today. I swear, I fell on my bed yesterday and passed out. I don't remember anything, not even when my mother left for work. But I've been writing literally all day today since I woke up. Well, there was a few hours where I stopped because my dad took us to see Fast and the Furious, but aside from that, yeah, all day. It feels good, especially after all the work I've had to do this week. I had no time at all to write, so I guess I'm getting it all out now.
The movie was good, by the way. Does anyone know if Vin Diesel really is gay? There was a line in the movie that he said that made me laugh on the inside: "I'm the kind of boy who appreciates a good body, no matter the make." It was about girls and cars, but it reminded me of a rumour I'd heard about him being gay.
So know I'm gonna go eat an apple and head to bed. I've got to go to church early in the morning, mother's orders. Not excited about that, but, eh. Whatchu gon' do?
Supercalifragilisticexpialidociously (spelled without looking it up, thank you very much--I mastered it in sixth grade, because I'm a dork like that) yours,
The-Written-Rhapsody
IT'S OVER! Camelot has run its course! It's now...and I'm a little sad. See, not only do I now have to completely reset myself, but God is gone. 
No, not God literally. We had this kind from another school come in to play the violin for us. I swear, to quote Mary Poppins, this guy is "practically perfect in every way." He's brilliant at the violin, he's funny, he's got a face carved by the angels--I swear! *conspiratorial whisper* He has, THE most gorgeous cheek bones I've ever seen. In. My. Life.
And he's jacked! Are you kidding me? You should see his biceps. Not even trying, and you can see the major definition. Also, he has a six pack. My friend asked, and he told us so. He goes to the gym on a regular basis. He's perfect.
My and my friend are going crazy trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with him.
We were like, "Maybe he's gay," and we almost started crying. That'd be a terrible shame.
My friend wants me to go out with him. I'm like, "Yeah, when God bestows upon me the magical gift of social skills and empathy in a sudden mood of goodness." *eyeroll* Honestly, I wouldn't be able to hold a proper relationship with anyone, simply for the fact that I don't see the point. I'm not going to say, "I love you," when I don't mean it. I'm not marrying you, I don't want to have your babies. :p
But the play went pretty well, considering the amount of time we had to practice. A few funny moments and stuff, but overall a good time.
Anyway, just a quick update. I've got to go take a test now.
Toodles,
Kitten-chan
