You may call me; Kels, Mika, Mikazukia, or anything you wish really. So long as it is not offensive, and you get my permission. I am a bit of an emotional roller coaster in my day-to-day life, but if you are a true friend: I am loyal to you always.
This blog will be my thoughts, some of my own written pieces, advice, and random things.
I can officaly state that I, Kelsey, am in Planes Geometry.
My teacher got the results on what a person needed, minimum passing score, to get into that class and I got the 2nd highest score of my class!~
I didn’t think I would do that well! Note: Not just out of my class but the whole 8th grade.
I hate people reading my work. It makes me all stressed out, and if the piece isn’t finished it makes me fear the pressure that the person will cause me and make want to stop writing, even if it’s turning into my favorite piece.
That is why if anyone even attempts to read one of my stories, even if I abandon the idea, unless of course the story/fic is online, I get really mad and will all but yell at them to NOT touch my notebook. Ever.
I get so possessive that I become un-lady like and almost non human, that I get yelled at when the person who is trying to read what I wrote, even though I told them no, is going against my wishes. Of course I always get blamed for everything and such, but people are stupid and I have grown to aspect that.
While I enjoy writing and I love getting praised by people who read my work, deep down I hate it being me that’s praised. I used a false name: Mikazuki, instead of my own name so no one except those who know I use that name, or have seen me write the piece in question, know it’s me.
That is part of the reason I use a false name- the other reason is that I fear people will not be honest and lie to me because it’s my real name on the piece.
There’s this one song by Carrie Underwood that even now, years later, my mom can’t hear, let alone sing because of who it reminds her of.
It her of her fiance that died in the stupid war. He was, not only her first love, but also her friend.
I never thought I met him, but I did when I was 4. I just don’t remember it, even though I remember going to Iowa, and a year later going to Florida. Odd how that works.
I can sing the song, but because I tend to feel my mom’s emotions only a lot stronger, I cried at the end.
The song’s name: Just a Dream.
Yes, I am actually going to attempt this. Wish me luck, and to those who follow me that are a writing blog, or any fellow authors: I encourage you to try this as well if you aren’t already and please give advice and be willing to help me bounce ideas.
Yours,
Kelsey.
I love caring, its one of my fav hobbies but i do love caring
(Source: feelfreelikeabird)
When someone tells me “Language!” When I swear…..
My Response: “English!”
