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…)


  • 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



I Won’t Tell If You Won’t

7 01 2008

I have issues.  Everyone does, but mine are like…mine, so I am more attune to them.  So you get to know all of my little quirks that annoy me and sometimes other people… like Hamz. 

While I don’ t like talking, I just have pressure of speech sometimes, and then I want to shut up just in case I’m annoying someone.  I don’t know.

Also, I have an issue with the books that I own.  The bindings absolutely cannot be creased.  They have to be perfect, and if they aren’t, I spend more time mourning their heydays than I do reading them.  I’ll stop midpage and then look at the binding, because my friends borrow them and then ruin them.  It hurts my heart.

I cannot write without music.  Mostly, I listen to death core.  I listen to Norma Jean singing about hell.  And that inspires me.  They are a liberal Christian band, and they sing about life and hell in general.  Stuff most Christian artists don’t even give thought to.  I have to have the constant background noise, because if  I write in silence, I have nothing to keep my attention, so I start rambling, or just quit and play freecell and get my butt kicked by a deck of cards.  The music also helps me with dialogue, which may sound wierd, but, as I’ve been told, I’m just normally wierd.

My bed always has to be made.  I hate sitting on my bed when it isn’t made–I immediately get up and make it…after I eat breakfast, of course.  Two bowls of cereal.  Yum.

I have a weakness for guys in action movies.  Romance movies…eh.  Those guys are usually sappy, teary eyed twerps.  In action movies, they can take care of themselves, and they are brutal.  Like Jason Statham in The Transporter.  Or, Christian Bale in Batman Begins.  Oh, baby, don’t even get me started on that movie.  Can you say…never mind.  Use your imagination.  I mean, who would you rather take care of you:  Bruce Wayne, or George Bailey?  George Bailey is amazingly yummy, but, uh, Bruce Wayne?  No competition.  Bruce Wayne can take me out whenever he wants.

I am a very practical person.  I don’t usually do something just to see what will happen, because I know that there are always consequences.  The chances I take are minimal…I don’t like the unexpected, because it often comes with a nasty aftermath.  Trust me.  Happened to me constantly last year.

Wow, me, me, me, huh?  I sound like a brat.  I’m sorry, but I haven’t really talked about myself.  There was a tragedy this weekend.  I cried, so hard.  I sat at the computer in tears.  Phoenix Black, Haven’s brother, whom I have known longer than Ramxpage, has died.  I killed him, and I felt bad.  Someone told me it was just a story, but he was a part of me, and I killed him.  Dead, gone, poof.  I sound really stupid, but it hurt my heart.  😦  I am still recovering.  I don’t know if I can read that passage without crying anytime soon, but I won’t tell if you won’t.