My name: Kaelie Curbxstomp
Occupation: Oppressed student/writer/blogger
Dream: To make a difference.
I have begun the record keeping of my life as I know it because of a question a mentor recently asked me:
“The bigger question is: Who is Kaelie Curbxstomp?”
I have been dwelling on this question for days and days. (Okay, it’s only been maybe three days, but oh well. I am entitled to my exaggerations.) Who am I? I don’t really know. I don’t think it’s an identity crisis; I think it’s lack of time to think about myself. You’re thinking “narcissistic” right about now, but it’s not narcissism, it’s “soul searching” but that can be both an oversimplification (I have seen that word twice in one day, so I have added it to my ever expanding vocabulary) and an exaggeration. When applied to me, I don’t know.
So, on my excursion, I am going to learn about myself, and I will begin by citing what I do know:
Learning is a number one priority: as a writer, most of my work contains research. I love research.
Music makes me happy, no matter what I’m listening to. I could be listening to “Sleeping With Ghosts” which is probably the most depressing song in the world. (Note: this may explain my attraction to dark haired musicians…)
Without writing, I would self destruct. Even music couldn’t save me. Paired with this, is my avid hobby of reading. It helps my writing and my vocabulary. What’s not to love?
Family is very important; I think it’s my Italian roots. Friends often become family in my book, because to me, family doesn’t mean blood relation. One more thing, these friends that cross into the family territory have warranted my full protection. I may not look threatening, but when I’m pissed, I’m dangerous.
Movies are literature that I would disintegrate without. I took Film Criticism because I wanted to know more about what I loves, and I’m glad I did.
That’s about it. For sure, anyway. A few things are questionable at the moment, but I will explain that when I actually figure it out. Example: my view on marriage and chilren (mainly pregnancy, in the children area) Both are EVIL (they’re the devil!…for you Waterboy fans) in my book. But I’m 15 years old. What do I know?
Ah! One more thing. Americans have this weight issue nowadays. I am proud to say that I love me for me. I am veeery curvy, but I’ve been told–by several guys–that it’s attractive (not necessarily me, but curves as a whole). I like my body. I’m 5’5″ and 130 pounds and I’ve never been happier. I may not wear a Ø but at least I have boobs. How many of you Ø wearers can sya that? My point exactly. I am not insulting all of you, but the ones who have the nerve to tell me I’m fat, is all. Love you guys, too.
I will be back with more Curbxstomp!
Current Music: “Fake Plastic Trees” by Radiohead