During my after-school program, one of the adults supervising us went into a rant about our generation. (He's nearly 30.) If I didn't just buy a Snicker's Bar, I might've bought one not to eat it, no, but to smack him with it.
Please, enjoy.
Dear Mr. Shit--sorry, Chet Lloyd,
Do you really think we're all that bad? Not all of us depend on our cell phones the same way you might depend on your mother. (Oh yes. I went there.) We're not all idiots either. For example, as you walked around sagging your skinny jeans, and wearing gray toms so that I could see your hairy feet, none of us said a word.
Because we were smart enough not to grab the Emergency Pack of tomatoes in our backpack to throw at you. (Looney Tunes taught us well!)
See? We're not really all that bad.
Even if our males do sag, just as you do, at least they walk with more, dare I say, "swag." Unlike your gait which resembles a toddler.
Sincerely,
Kaye Hollie
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
First Follower!
Approximately 259,200 seconds ago (nerdy much?) I gained my first blogger. Insert fist pump here!
She loves Hugh Jackman, and her name is Chynna. I think that's pronounced China. But how would I know? I suppose I should ask, rather than ponder it inside my thick skull...
Ah, speaking of Hugh Jackman, I saw Real Steel on Sunday! It was awesome, especially for tech-geeks like I. (Although the fact that they made HP make the first/best robots will probably be false, considering what Apple is doing now...but, eh, you never know.)
I suppose I should blog more. Maybe I could come up with a weekly-something I do? Hmmm. Thinking, thinking, thinking.
~ 13 years, 4 days, approximately 5 hours old girl,
Kaye Hollie.
She loves Hugh Jackman, and her name is Chynna. I think that's pronounced China. But how would I know? I suppose I should ask, rather than ponder it inside my thick skull...
Ah, speaking of Hugh Jackman, I saw Real Steel on Sunday! It was awesome, especially for tech-geeks like I. (Although the fact that they made HP make the first/best robots will probably be false, considering what Apple is doing now...but, eh, you never know.)
I suppose I should blog more. Maybe I could come up with a weekly-something I do? Hmmm. Thinking, thinking, thinking.
~ 13 years, 4 days, approximately 5 hours old girl,
Kaye Hollie.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
My First Scribbling
You know, I really hate these first blog posts. I mean, what are you supposed to say? What impression are you supposed to make? Should I start off by saying, "Pigs really do fly!" or "Hello, fellow readers!" I mean, because I act differently around different people during first impressions, it's hard to know which words to choose.
BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHO'S READING THIS. Oh well. I guess I'll just start off goofy. Oh! And if someone is reading this, then I say hi. And go give your mum a hug. Mum's love hugs.
I have many names. But you can call me Kaye Hollie, which is, my ninja identity.
...Huh? What'd you say, Ninja master? I'm...not supposed to tell people my ninja identity?!...Oops.
As I write this, I am 12 and 345 days old. But that's just what my birthday certificate says. I look way older, says many of my friends (gee thanks, every girl wants to hear that!) and act older as well. If I white-out my birth year with 1996 instead of 1998, there'd be less shocks when I tell them that I'm only 12.
"But you look, like, 14!" I hope this isn't a problem when I tell people I'm only 30.
"But, you look 50!" they might say. Enter very hard smack here.
I live with three animals and my Mom. Two of these animals are cats, the third one is my younger brother. (Hahaha.) He's like a lazier, boy-version of me--but looks like my Mom. On this blog I'll talk about (Write about? Type about?) Whatever I want to. Just kidding.
No, really.
Kinda.
Possibly
Maybe.
I'll probably be talking about TV Shows, and teenage stuff, and current events, and books I read, stories I'm writing, my ridiculous friends, life, church (Open and Affirming!), singing... all with a touch of of what I will now call, Hollie Dust.
Oh yes. I went there. Okay, I guess I'm done now. I think. Comments are always accepted. Why wouldn't they be? I'll shut up now.
With Ultimate Love (even though at least one of you is a very creepy stalker),
Kaye Hollie
BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHO'S READING THIS. Oh well. I guess I'll just start off goofy. Oh! And if someone is reading this, then I say hi. And go give your mum a hug. Mum's love hugs.
I have many names. But you can call me Kaye Hollie, which is, my ninja identity.
...Huh? What'd you say, Ninja master? I'm...not supposed to tell people my ninja identity?!...Oops.
As I write this, I am 12 and 345 days old. But that's just what my birthday certificate says. I look way older, says many of my friends (gee thanks, every girl wants to hear that!) and act older as well. If I white-out my birth year with 1996 instead of 1998, there'd be less shocks when I tell them that I'm only 12.
"But you look, like, 14!" I hope this isn't a problem when I tell people I'm only 30.
"But, you look 50!" they might say. Enter very hard smack here.
I live with three animals and my Mom. Two of these animals are cats, the third one is my younger brother. (Hahaha.) He's like a lazier, boy-version of me--but looks like my Mom. On this blog I'll talk about (Write about? Type about?) Whatever I want to. Just kidding.
No, really.
Kinda.
Possibly
Maybe.
I'll probably be talking about TV Shows, and teenage stuff, and current events, and books I read, stories I'm writing, my ridiculous friends, life, church (Open and Affirming!), singing... all with a touch of of what I will now call, Hollie Dust.
Oh yes. I went there. Okay, I guess I'm done now. I think. Comments are always accepted. Why wouldn't they be? I'll shut up now.
With Ultimate Love (even though at least one of you is a very creepy stalker),
Kaye Hollie
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