Damn Glass

Long time no post.

But I was just hit with inspiration for another blog post... another typical night in the life of Miss Walshy.

So I've been sitting in my room for the majority of tonight, excluding our fun Zooky's trip with Uncle Jeffy and Julie, but that's another story... making fun singing videos, facebooking, reading more Twilight fanfic because I have nothing better to do with my life. And suddenly, it hits me.

Dammit, I have to pee.

So I get up and march myself into the bathroom. After I finish up doin' my bizz-ness, I'm anxious to get back to my room to keep reading the latest fanfic find (which is titled "The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep" by the fabulous bananapancakes7... but again, another post on fanfics is coming), when I step on something. And said something jams into my foot.

DAMN GLASS. I'd broken a lightbulb in there weeks ago, and I thought I'd gotten everything with the sweeper. Apparently not.

I chanced a glance down at my foot and proceeded to wish I hadn't... oh, blood, you make me so woozy and grossed out. So I hobble my way downstairs and hop into the kitchen, where my mother proceeds to ask me what the hell I'm doing. Oh, just sliced my foot open, nothing out of the ordinary. As I'm searching for the bandaids (which I never did find... I had to settle for wrapping it in athletic tape. Classy!), I hear, "MILES! NOOOOOOOOO!"

Well shit.

For those of you that don't know, Miles is our 1 1/2 year-old black lab puppy. Put it this way... he responds to satan. Legit. We'll be driving him around or taking him for a walk, saying "come here satan! Good satan! NO SATAN!" I can only imagine what passerby are looking at us and thinking.

Anyhow... he decided that tonight would be a good night for an evening stroll. Generally, these strolls last about 15-20 minutes, with the entire family trying to play "capture the satan". So, with my foot taped up and stinging like crazy, I hobble my way outside and start the game.

"MILES! SATAN! COME ON!"

20 minutes, 15,000 dog treats, and one ouchy foot later, he's back in the house.

So much for my nice relaxing pee break.

Ramblings

I just keep telling myself, "12 days! 12 days! I can do this!"

What am I talking about? The end of the school year, of course! Sigh. We're getting so close. And I am SO done with it. Hah. I haven't been to full week of school in God knows how long, going in late, leaving early, or just skipping all together. Probably not good, but what can they say? I still have my 4.0, a thank you. :) But seriously. When this year is over, I will be so relieved. My class load is looking much more optimistic next year, including 3 college classes (English Comp., College Algebra, and Adv. Bio), and Spanish 3, with only 1 lone online class in government/econ. Sweet! That's just less that I have to pay for in the grand scheme of things, the way I see it.

The other reason I cannot wait for this year to be over is this summer! I used to dread summer because I never got to see anyone, since LP draws from all different districts. With my luck, all of my friends live like, an hour away. Urgh. But this year, I will have a car, a job to pay for gas, and lots of friends who can do the same. It's our last summer all together, so I fully plan on capitalizing on that.

I get to go to Kennywood on Sunday with my friend and fellow Pens-aholic Kat! I am SO excited... not only because I get to hang out with Kat and go to Kennywood, but it will be my first time venturing out that far parentless. It should be really fun.

In other web news, I have created a formspring! So... go HERE and ask me a question! Anything you've ever wanted to know about gymnastics, school, whether I'm team Edward or Jacob... you get the picture.

Tomorrow, I bring you a new feature - WTF Wednesdays, an idea that I received from the wonderful Spanny Tampson and her gymnastics blog. Keep an eye out.

<3
Kayleigh

Lack of Posting - Fail.

So here's a tasty little nugget I wrote to my mom this morning... ah, stories of my life.

Meh. Wanna know what else? No? Too bad, I'm complaining anyhow.

So I finally drag myself out of bed at 7:15 this morning (we're getting worse the closer we get to summer... it'll be 7:45 before too long. :P), and I get myself dressed and head on downstairs to get some breakfast. I go to open the cabinet to grab myself a poptart like I do every morning, but NO POPTARTS. I go, "Dan, WTH? Where'd all the poptarts go?" thinking he had the box out at the TV or something. "I ate them." OMG. I had I think 2 packs of them... how is that even possible? That means he had SIX EFFING PACKS OF POPTARTS. So after I get all ticked off at him, I think "Oh, I'll just get breakfast at school."

Nope! The bus gets to school at friggin 8:42 (3 minutes before class starts), and I look at the line for food and it's like, 50 people deep. UGH. If I had Ms. K, I totally would've waited. But I had the Shar-Bear this morning, so I knew unless I wanted to go down to the office and get a late pass because my brother ate all the poptarts, it wasn't happening. Ok, I'll just go down before LI.

Or not. "We can't sell anything inbetween classes." Really? Not even a frigging pack of my smores poptarts? Because my brother ATE ALL OF MINE?!?!?!?! So now, here I sit in the LI lab writing an essay in between typing this to you, with my stomach making weird noises (and I don't get to eat for 2 hours... god bless the soul who sits beside me in Spanish) and my friends behind me knocking into my chair and talking about dogs that lick their shit.

JUST KILL ME. PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY. :P

Hope you found that humorous. I promise a real post tonight.

Oh LI...

Another day, another LI class.

So basically... another free block to update my blog on the occurances of my life. :)

Maybe it wouldn't be this way if LI would actually WORK, but it never does when I actually have one of those rare moments where I'm like, "HEY! I should get something accomplished today!"... or not, because SHOCKER, the system is so slow it takes 45 minutes to load one question. As my coach once put it... "You can put the beautiful school in Midland, but you can't take the Midland out of the beautiful school."

Anyhow... life's been kind of boring since Tuesday. I had a massage therapy appointment on Wednesday night, which went well. I feel like I'm making progress every time, slowly but surely. I think, once I can take time off of gym, that I'll make some great progress. Less than a month now... There's a light at the end of the tunnel, finally! And then, it's on to senior year.

I still can't believe that, honestly. "Senior year... how'd you get so old so fast?" - Charlie, New Moon. Yes, I'm that lame. :)

Seriously, though. What the hell? When did I get old enough to drive? To be a junior, almost a senior? To visit colleges? My mom just signed me up for an official visit with Slippery Rock, which was just surreal. I'm just like... I don't know. Time is flying by so fast, and on one hand, I'm glad. This school year has completely sucked. On the other hand, I'm thinking "I CAN'T LEAVE MY MOMMY YET!".

So...

I guess that's something everyone faces, but it's still weird.

Anyhow, on a lighter note... I got put back into my musical theater repotoire class today! I didn't realize how much I missed that class, but I did. I now need to find a rock song to sing... any suggestions? This should be a fun one.

Another note... I'm currently reading "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini. What an amazing book it is so far! I've actually had it sitting around at home for a while, but I never got around to reading it. Adri (one of my teammates) and I were talking about books during practice, and she recommended it to me. I conveniently had PSSA's the next day, which means free time once you finish the test... yay! Reading time! It's really awesome. Very well written and moving. I loved "The Kite Runner", another book by Khaled Hosseini, so I knew this book would compare. In any case, you should read it. It's super.

Finally... everyone should go to www.drivingskillsforlife.com, click the "Belt It Out For Saftey" link, and then vote for video number 9! It's my friends Amber, Chalisse, Trey, and Levi. They made a music video, and they're in the top 10! They're currently winning, but they need every vote they can get! If they win, they each get a $5000 savings bond AND it's really great publicity for the school, so please please please vote!

-xoxo
Kayleigh

Thoughts After Practice

Did I just come home from a gymnastics practice... happy?

While some of you may think that this isn't a big deal, it TOTALLY is. I seriously cannot remember the last time I came home and was genuinely glad to be a gymnast at Arcadia.

This was one of those nights.

Nothing truly spectacular happened. No new skills, no games, no fluff. Just hard work... and fun while doing it. We started out the evening doing strength like we always do, but I felt like this was going to be a different practice. I worked my ass off doing all of my strength, and then we went to beam. We had Shelley, which was interesting in and of itself, but I was nailing routines like no other. After beam, I pulled all of the girls in for a talk. See, I went creepin' on the other PA teams earlier today. And from what I found... I know that we are capable of winning a sectional or even a state championship. We need to show up to the meets and do what we are capable of doing in the gym, and we will win. I have no doubt. So basically... I told the girls that. And I let them know that we're not going to do that by going to the gym and laying around (I'm looking at YOU, LB... :)P ), or talking, or showing up with a negative attitude.

I feel... completely different. Honestly. I feel like I know where I am as an athlete now. I feel strong, confident, and proud. I've faced some tough shit this year (excuse my french), and to know that I'm still fighting through to do sectionals and states is pretty freaking sweet. And I know getting my hopes up this early is not a good thing, but my goal has always been to be a true state champion (Level 5 beam does not count). And I feel that this is the year to do just that.

So... I'm going to need to work for it. I'm going to need to go into every practice with that tough-as-nails attitude that I've gained through this injury. I'll need to get my strength back. I'll need to watch the food. I'll need to run. More than anything... I'll need my teammates, my coaches, my parents, and my friends... to talk to, to vent, and to have support. I'll need to continue fighting the pain... to continue treating it through the massage therapy, ice and heat, stim, and those hellish ice-cold showers.

But I'm ready to do it. I will do whatever it takes to attain my dream.

LET'S GO ARCADIA. <3

Pretty Handsome Awkward

^My song of the day.

Have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to punch someone's lights out?

Welcome to the past two days of my life.

What's funnier is that I seriously don't know why I feel this way... I just do. I definitely didn't forget my pill, no specific incidents of high school drama and/or bitchiness. I just feel this raw need to punch the hell out of something. It would be quite therapeutic, actually. :)

What's new... I'll start with this past weekend. I actually really enjoyed my spring break. Friday night was spent at the Phantoms game (which included about 10 fights happening simultaneously, including the goalies going at it... only one word to describe it; EPIC). Saturday, we had Easter lunch with Nana and Ed, and I proceeded to go thrifting afterwards (which is one of my favorite hobbies, if you didn't already know. It's becoming a problem). Sunday started off with...



THAT! It was completely awesome. The Stanley Cup had been at the Heinz History Center for the past 4 days, and Sunday morning (figuring "Hey, it's EASTER, there won't be anyone there!"... we were wrong) we headed down into the city for our new "family portrait". We were met with the option of either waiting in the three-hour-long line for general admission, or buck up and buy the $85 family membership. Since we love the place and it would've cost $30 bucks for us to get in anyhow, we went ahead and bought the membership. I quickly offered to sell my gymnastics mats and my beam to make up for the $85, since Lord knows I try to do as little gymnastics as I possibly can anyhow. ;) So... voila! 3 hours was cut to 45 minutes. Pretty awesome. I got to touch the cup AND Marc-Andre Fleury's game 7 stick (oh, I also have a goalie obsession. LOVEEEEE.)

Then we went to my Aunt Erin's house for Easter din-din. And Aunt Mo did my nails, which are AWESOME... what's even more awesome is that she learned this fun little stampy technique from a transvestite on youtube. Only in my family...

Yesterday was spent enjoying the weather with Nana. Oh, and finding new music (like "Pretty Handsome Awkward" by The Used, "Electric Feel" by MGMT, "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones, "Take It Off" by The Donnas... jeez, I was in one interesting mood. Anyhow, I highly recommend all of the above. And more.).

After a Starbucks run this morning, I went to school, where they tried to bribe us into doing well on the PSSA's with some seriously scary breakfast (no, really... I thought the eggs were going to get up and run away). Ehh. We'll see. They start tomorrow... SO not looking forward to it. The fun part of this breakfast was talking with Sergei, Madison, Brittany, and Emily. Especially Sergei, who is the funniest human being I have ever met (which leads me to ask... WHY ARE ALL THE GOOD MEN GAY? Ok, seriously now). Conversation included people whom we are positive are going to hell, intestinal sausage, Poling and his obsession with Sergei's rainbow chains... oh my. Good times.

Now I'm off to the gym... maybe I can channel some of that anger into tumbling or vault or something. If I don't, Laura Beth is liable to turn into a punching bag.

But I love her. Truly. She's just a good enough friend to put up with that.

-xoxo
Kayleigh

Intro

Yo.

Let me start by saying that I started this blog because it provides me a place to vent. Chances are it will be humorous venting, but if you don't want to read that nonsense or you're going to leave me *ahem* NASTY comments (pun intended), then LEEEEEEEEAVE. NOW.


SO!

Since you're reading this, you must still be interested. God bless your wonderful soul. I don't know why you're that interested, but ok!

The Basics:

Name: Kayleigh
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Location: Nunya Biz.
Sign: Leo (I guess that explains alot)
Hair: Ginger and Proud
Occupation: Gymnast at Arcadia and part time child-wrangler. Good times.
School: LPPACS


So basically... I'm Kayleigh. I have my license (look out world) and am loving every minute of finally being able to blast Lil' Wayne or Dorrough in the car and having no one care. Or '80's music... I love my '80's music. Hence the title of the blog. Also referred to in the title of this wonderful little corner of cyberspace is my nickname, Walshy... affectionately given to me by my gymnastics coach Monica. It's the only nickname I have that I like. My friends at school, Madison and Layne (and now numerous others), insist on calling me Kathy due to a purse... but that's a story for another day.

In any case, I spend most of my time at Arcadia Gymnastics, where I'm a competitive intermediate optional. While it's certainly a good time, it's wreaked hell on my body. I have perpetual back problems that landed me in Children's Hospital for a week this past November. Yeah. Not fun. But I'm working on that problem with massage therapy and other various tortures like cold showers and ice. Fun times. But seriously, in spite of everything, I love me some gymnastics. There's no better feeling in the world than getting that new skill for the first time, or nailing your best routine at a meet. And of course, there's my teammates and coaches, whom I'm sure you'll be hearing more about. They're truly like my second family. My best friends are my teammates. I love love love them more than anything else. They rock my socks. Truly.

I'm also a junior at LPPACS, a performing arts school. It's been fun, but I'm ready for senior year. I dual major in health sciences and musical theater there, both of which I love. The people there are really awesome. At what other school can you meet your new best friend by being too chicken to climb onto the grid above the theater stage? Or compete in a dance-off every June? It's way fun. I love Spanish and my arts classes. Physics is literally hell on Earth, but I only have another 9 weeks of that nonsense.

Hmm... what else. I don't know. I'm sure stuff will come up in future posts, but that's it for now. Be sure to bookmark this page, as I'll be trying to update pretty regularly. For my sanity. I figure I have a better shot at keeping this than keeping a diary (which is too girly for me, anyhow. Whatevs.)

-xoxo
Kayleigh