Curbxstomp & Ramxpage

25 04 2008

Many of you read about me and Ramxpage’s crippling fight about a month ago; I was broken up about it and very recently we have gone back to our old ways:  extremely long pone calls, hanging out at her house and eating like cows.  You can see the difference in my attitude, because I’m listening to music again, my writing has improved, and I have initiative I feel great.  Or felt anyway.

I had a great school day–Daniel was in a good mood, HSAP was over, and I was working on a new story.  then I came home. That’s when everything becomes a suck fest.  I’m going to glaze over the events, because no one would reallly understand anyway.  So, about eightish–after I pampered myself (the norm:  shaving, lotion, eyebrows plucked and all the while I was listening to Vanessa Carlton)–I couldn’t take it anymore.  I threw on public appropriate clothes (I was wearing booty shorts and a cami, and my mom nearly had a heart attack and made me put on “decent” clothes) and took my phone outside.

While I was at the dinner table, before this, I was fighting tears.  So, when I was more relaxed, I called Rachel, because no one understands more than she does.  So I sat in my driveway and called her.  I was doing okay for the first half of the conversation, but when she was asking me what was wrong, I started to tell her and then all hell broke loose.  In other words, I burst into tears.

I sat in my driveway, crying for more than twenty minutes, telling her everything.  Unlike some people that I confide in, she was completely indignant on my behalf and made me feel a lot better, and I love her for it.  She was completely outraged and she made me laugh to make me feel better.  It’s great to have a best friend who doesn’t question all that you do.  And, she didn’t want me to wear my boots, and I did anyway, because some guy asked me to and I should have listened to her.  Because now, my ankles are bleeding and I’m in serious pain.  Rachel ALWAYS knows best.

You know someone’s your best friend when they defend you even if you are wrong, but when it’s all over they say, “Uh, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

“Hello, how are you?  I think that we should be best friends.”
-“Hello, Yellow” by Backseat Goodbye 

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Introductory Course: Who Is Curbxstomp?

6 03 2008

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…)

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  • 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

 





My Homies

10 09 2007

This is for my friends whom I love immensely. I think that they know how much I appreciate them, but this is to confirm that they ROCK MY SOCKS OFF! (Not literally.) But yeah, I love you guys, even though half of you will never read this, it makes me feel really good to tell y’all how cool you guys are!

Love,
CurbxStomp