Houstan, We Have a Problem

If you've watched the news lately, you've heard of the massive flooding in the Tennessee and Kentucky area.
Guess what?
I live in the Tennessee area!
They said that the worst flooding is in Nashville.
I live by Nashville!

Seeing things in the news and actually living there is so different.
Suddenly, you realize-- I've been there.
Oh, it shouldn't look like that.... It's supposed to be....
It's truly terrifying.
So far, we've broken a rain count record for the month.
It's the third.

JUST IN: [10:10 PM May 3, 2010]
The death count is raising.
As of now, it's 13. (One of them was Randy's girlfriend's -Sam- friend.)
My county is under a "boil water" alert.

AS OF NOW: [11:30 PM May 6, 2010]
The death count has risen to 31.
How much more will there be in the days to come?

My friends have told me:
My great-uncles and aunts neighborhood is really flooded and they haven't been heard from since noon.
they're really old and everything, they're not answering their cells.

i was driving by the Y and the parking lot was COMPLETELY FLOODED. as in, there were 7 cars. the water was up to the top of the doors on all of the carsss

Almost every road down here is closed. 5 dead. More to come most likely. My basement is flooded. School will most likely b closed. Harpeth is flooded over and Cumb. is still yet to come. And u? This will go on all day.

gah i hate the flooding. people were in their boat on my grandmas lawn. she's here still

my house got seriously flooded- like its not even funny. my entire basement is underwater and its like up to my waste. my neighbors found it rather amusing seeing me scream like tarzan running out of my house with my computer in my arms towards my car. screw them neighbors.

And here's me, entering with my abundant sarcasm and happiness:
"The flooded things amuse me... I do hope it rains more actually... Cause Im sadistic and the neighbors that I really don't like are merely 10ft away from having their house hit by a bit o water (on 2 almost 3 sides hahahaah)"
"And the water's fun to play in"
"Shit, I'm serious.


I made a message in the bottle that was all like

"Hows the weather? It's sooo beautiful here today. Not a cloud in sight. It's so hot and dry."

My dad did:
"We're trapped on an island. Help us."
And put a little money in it.
Lol
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Here's some pics of the destruction.
BTW- my gully is screwed up.

That is not just a road, that's a field overflowing with water and a sheet of it cascading over the pavement. My brother has a tahoe- and he wasn't going to risk it in that. That bad.
(this is like... 1/2 mile from my house)

Right here, the water's about two feet higher than it should be.
And it should be bone-dry.
This is another road.

Another road.
In the background are little kids waist deep in a current of (probably) contaminated water.
I'm guessing this is a good three to four feet deep.

Parenting fail?






I just like how the one below turned out. I didn't edit any of these, so it is how it is.
How do you like it?
Oh, yeah....
That pond, there....
Was a field.

I find this all so crazy. These were taken May 2-- now, everything is much better.... UP HERE.
Nashville....
Nashville is screwed.
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Today, I played in the mud....
Cause school was canceled and tomorrow, it's two hours late.
And I went around the neighborhood, checking stuff out.
Now I'm sunburned.
Great. Thanks, reclusive tendencies.

Here's another "flattering" picture of me.
Love my lips. HAHAHA.

I look naturally retarded-- as you can see. That's why, when I take pictures of myself, there's at least three of each desired pose.
Guess what, I took three of this one.
This was numbah two.






And like I said, I played in the gully. All the rain washed away our rocks and dirt leaving clay!~
=^_^= I made a kitty!!! (typical of kayla, you guys)

I'm really bad with clay of any type + my lack of crafting ability + not being able to make any type of animal = this.

All that failure actually made something that doesn't look too bad.
Kinda like that "three lefts make a right" thing.

I think I may have cat obsession....
Watch.
Clay cat.

Crocheted cat/ lion.











For Halloween, a Cat-o-lantern.

(with my Jonas brothers parody in the background.

If you want to see it, comment saying so)

And best of all, my own cat, Luna!

Sorry, I just had to incorporate her in here SOMEWHERE.

I know there's been alot of pictures....

I kinda apologize. Ish.

I made this in school on Friday when I should've been taking notes. Baha. Notes.

Kayla likes ribbons. Kayla likes ribbons very much.

Ugh, I've never been able to draw, really.

But at least it's not a stick figure- that's my defense.

 And last.....

Ghost orbs.

I was taking pictures outside.... and I found a few of these little guys.

I'm not sure whether they scare or comfort me.

(First, this rad pic of my 'hood)

I really like the contrast between the background and the sky.

The black against color phase is why the 20 or so minutes of dusk are the best part of the day.

....

Yeah, I'm setting this as my background.

....

Nevermind.

I'm setting Mrs. Dangerously Semi-Naked girl as my background for now.

Yummy.
....

Oh, here are the orb pics.

No disagreeing, I'm pretty sure these are the real thing.

I'll try again tomorrow.

(look hard,-click to make bigger- there's plenty)

LOVE YOU GUYS BUNCHES AND BUNCHES!

NIGHTY NIGHT

Procrastinator-chan (the kayla who wishes her name was something cooler)

Llamas with Hats

I have no life.
I just hope you all know that
I'm having trouble embedding videos....(first timer here!)
Here's if it doesn't work: Killer Llamas....WEARING HATS

And the ferret one: Ferrets.... so harmless.



....
See... I'm not the only one who chops off hands!!! (reference to earlier post)

My god.... there's a second one.





I've never seen these before... so... let me be happy for a short moment!!
Hehehe....

CARRRRRRLLLLLLLLL!

CHAT BOX

I added a chat box for you guys! (do I get any thanks?)
It's so you can connect and talk-- without having to do pesky things like signing in.

Oh, and be sure to use only one user name, please!

I am not dishing out two bucks a month so I can be a mod.
Oh... I'm obviously Kayla. lol.

Curse and talk and comment and do whatever you want.
Have fun!

P.S.
IT'S KINDA OBVIOUSLY IN THE SIDEBAR!!

This Post Does Not Count As A Post?

I would like some more followers...
Really bad.
Can anyone fix that for me?

Oh, and I also want these....
Really really bad.
They take "squishy implants" to a new level....

Those better be tropical fish.

Reclusive Recluse

Lately, I've had no social life....

Voice: You've never had a social life!

Shut up! Who asked you?

Voice: I'm your mind, I don't need to be asked.
Gah! Ew, and just mentioning--can you clean the cobwebs up here? And...... And....
And something smells like dead rat....

About that........
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So.... like I said, no social life the past few weeks which = me reading much more.
Which then = me being lazy. And I'm pretty lazy to begin with.
Which ultimately = the fact that I'm becoming a recluse.

Recluse:
[n. rek-loos, ri-kloos; adj. ri-kloos, rek-loos]
–noun

1.a person who lives in seclusion or apart from society, often for religious meditation.

Awww, shiz.

Here are my pictures (cause I know you all love examples!!)

Obama
Well, if he was bit by a recluse.
And if he was asian....
And.... nevermind. Use your lovely imagination.

A BROWN RECLUSE!

(the stuff that appearantly romps, yes, romps around Tennessee and my neighborhood. Woo....
The person next door was bit by one.... and it seems to really, really suck. Haha.... hah... I hate spiders)


And then there's me!
Pretty similar to both of them, holed up in a dark corner, reading a book.

Then there's my mom.

As always, she's chastising me about reading in the dark- ruining the mood via lights. Post bursting into my room.

Like seriously, if I want lights on, I'll turn them on.

I'm not gonig to be all like:

"It's so dark..... so very dark.... I can barely read.... is that clap or crap.... so confused....
God, I'm so miserable! This is terrible.... the lights aren't on.... oh, my....."

Okay... maybe.

I might actually be like that.

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I'll do another book review for you guys cause I'm caring and all.... *snickers*

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Kiss & Blog  by Alyson Noel


Usually, I'm not into the whole "realistic fiction" fad. If I want realistic fiction, I'll write some type of autobiography (blogging...?) and call it a day. Or call it my life. My very pitiful life.

But then I saw that it was by Mrs. Noel (the writer of the highly addictive The Immortals series. Evermore, Blue Moon, etc.) and thought, why not- I'll give it a chance. I've liked a couple books of this kind.... just not something blatantly called Kiss & Blog. But because I'm not judgemental (hehe), I picked it up and began reading during the only time I knew I would read it unforcibly- during the empty minutes of TCAP.

The beginning sucked.
Except I did like the part where Cash Davis, the jerk of the school who the main character Winter is crushing on, said something abrupt....

"Oh, man, you're that chick who spilled that purple shit all over the place yesterday." Then he shakes his shiny, beach-bleached hair, and narrows his Pacific blue eyes in disdain. "You're a fuckin' hazard, bro." (19)

How can you not LOL? And because of Avery (the gay horse joke), every time one of the people said "Heyyy", I couldn't help but mess it up. And that was alot.
(I'll edit the hey every time....= adding appropriate letters)

Try it out, you're guaranteed* to at least smile once.

* Smiling is by no means guaranteed by Kayla, Kayla Kulture, or anything in association with Kayla or Kayla Kulture.

And then, as if that wan't enough, she continued to look me in the eye as she opened her frosty pink mouth to say, "Heyyyyy." (160)

"Heyyyyy," they say all together now, scrutinizing my entire outfit, and smiling in a way that could never, under any circumstances, be considered sincere. (185)

"Heyyyyy," he whispers, leaning back and smiling. (215)

"Oh, heyyyyy," I say, stopping just shy of the door, wondering what they could possibly want. (217)

"Heyyyyy," I say, gazing from him to the still wet walls. "Is my mom around?" (207) 

"Of course. I just got finished with her, Winter. You next?" He replies, wrenching his zipper down with a quick flick of his wrist that seemed so smooth and seemless, he must have practiced it.

Okay, I added that part, but see how awkward that joke made every phrase?! LAWL!

In a nutshell, here's the book:

  Long time best friends Winter and Sloane [slow-an + a country drawl] want to be popular. That's all they care about. Are obsessed about. All summer they make careful preparations-- "correct popular responses" notecards, buying all the latest fads, a cheer so they can try out for cheerleading, a matching set of Victoria's Secret PINK pj's for pajama day (for the cheerleaders at their school), and a "popular" personality.
One that only Sloane has seemed to perfect. The popular group immediately accepts her into their bosom (hehe)..... with the exception of Winter. They said they'd do it together- if one made it, she was supposed to open the doors of popularity to the other. Except.... that didn't happen.

Sloane secures her cheerleading position by stealing Winter's cheer. (they were supposed to be a team)
She gets the guy, mista Cash.

Has the friends.

The popularity.

While Winter's left with the sour taste of betrayal. (And lemons! They're sour, too!)

To get revenge, she begins a blog titled The Gospel of Eleanor Rigby, exposing all of her friend's darkest secrets-- nicknamed P.P. (pee pee) for Princess Pink. 
Like number 11.

11. If asked, P.P. will pretend that she never, ever, not even once, cried herself asleep because the only thing she wanted in the whole world was to meet Britany Spears. But don't you believe her.

Which leavses me wondering.....
With hair or without?

Her blog suddenly becomes very popular with the students of Ocean High, exposing the socially mutilating secrets of Pee Pee to the world......

And things go on from there.

But don't'cha worry, there's romance in this book- I usually don't like books without romance (which is why I'm iffy about The Den of Shadows Quartet by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. Wait til I review it before even THINKING of picking it up. uck)

All and all, this book wasn't so bad. It was actually pretty good.

If you don't like the beginning, don't get discouraged!

Kayla's Rating: 8.5/10

It was actually a pretty good book, except it was hard for me to get into the whole "popularity is my life" thing. Toward the middle, I was actually finishing it up out of choice (so I read the 227 pages in one day).

I usually don't have much time for reading.....

Except since I've become a recluse.

About that, at least I know which cult to join...

I'm really curious about this picture I found while looking up "recluse"-"spider".
Anyone care to join?


By the way, I'm sooooo proud of my cat for starting this thing (her name's Luna, so this is obviously hers. I'd follow her anyday. Except to the litterbox. Except that.... evil microbes....)

Nighty night my faithful few...

The few, the proud**, the Kayla Kulture readers.

thank[most of]you.

Love,
the cat that kinda freaks kayla out by its sharp teeth.

Nail file anyone???

**proud does not include the meh'er who continues to piss me off and is probably getting their natural high from all of this attention.

Meh

Yeah, meh you, too.
For the person who insists on "meh"ing almost every post, shut the f*ck up.
*insert smiley face*

Do I see you blogging? No. I don't.
If you put MEH every single time, WHY ARE YOU EVEN READING?!?
Not that I HAVE A PROBLEM with people's opinions- it's just like SERIOUSLY!!
Get your meh's out somewhere else!!

Had sex? Say freaking MEH.
Forgot a condom? MEH.

Failed a test. MEH.
Passed a test. MEH.
Got pulled over. MEH.
Became cannibalistic. MEH.

Found out your bra is a AAA. MEH.
Ate a bucket of icecream in your sorrows. MEH.

Just don't bring your MEHs into my blog, ya hear?!
*paces around argrily*
And I SWEAR, if you MEH this post, too-- it won't be that fuuny 'cause:
I THOUGHT OF IT FIRST!! HAH HAH.

And I really don't like you-- if you mix up the letters, adding one, you get METH.
METH is bad, therefore MEH is bad. GET IT?!

The night owl,
angreh meh-chan.

Avery Strikes Once Again

I have another joke for you guys!!  (provided by avery)

It helps if you say it aloud, though.

heh. heh. (I never mean any harm...usually.. I just like to laugh. Alot.)

Now, I present to you in extra large bold:

my joke of the I remembered this thing before I went to bed for once, yay!((Anybody like the colors for today's post??))
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What do gay horses eat?




Heeeeyyyyyyyyy.....

-----------(I had it all decked out it rainbow, but it died. :(
Oh, and I found this AMAZING unicorn that somebody crocheted JUST for my entertainment..... right? RIGHT??!
Nah, but it is freaking awesome. Like, awesome awesome.

Like, daaaaaa-ng, I wanna be just like them.
Feast your eyes below.
Below this warble,
This, too.
HAHA, CURVEBALL.

Aw, come on. How can you NOT like this? A fuzzy wuzzy crocheted unicorn is impaling a teddy bear with its itsy bitsy unicorn horn of doom....happiness and serenity. Then, there's this totally fuzzy red colored happiness juice oozing from the spot where the pretty pony is tickling the bear. Sooooooo cute, loike riete? (say it all weird with me)
        I hope you can tell that I was seriously milking that. My actually reaction is: the story of my life, man.

Love,
the tcap hating loser who's stuck doing questions like:
Which is the correct form of the missing word?

Learning grammar is the __________ thing to people who have no lives. (which is surprisingly not me. Who knew!)
a. more importanter
b. most important
c. importanterest
d. most importanter

like seriously, by the first added part to the word, you have got to have realized something was up. *coughs* Important-er-est. And if you're one of those fools who missed the answer(which was most obviously b.) go 2 skool fo sum uv dat bok lernin'.