My Sisters Are Goofs

For some strange reason, they like to come and stand around in front of me. Sometimes they'll talk with me. Or maybe have a question they want to ask. But normally, they just sit around and talk with each other and make really wierd jokes that only they understand.

It's really funny. I know they know I'm there. Sometimes I wonder if they come looking for me. Sometimes I think they do it to try and include me or annoy me.

And then I realize that it doesn't really matter. They're having fun, and that's what does.

Posse or Not Posse?

I really don't mind having two little sisters. I don't mind them following me around most of the time. Heck, sometimes it's kind of cool. I don't really mind having people following me. It's pretty neat for the most part.

But sometimes it can get too much. Nothing against anybody, but sometimes, all you really want is a little space. Some people woud call me a social butterfly. I wouldn't, I don't think I qualify as ANY kind of butterfly. But I do agree with the social bit. I like most people for the most part, and there are only a few that I will do all and everything in my power to keep from interacting with.

But sometimes, it's nice to get a little time to do a few things on my own or do nothing. (However much the latter annoys my mother.)

I'm lucky in one aspect. That normally, my friends and family know when I want my space. And when they need to fear glomping.

Though, I will catch them off guard with the glomping thing every once in a while.

Holy Cows Flying Over Kentucky!

I am so tired. I'm ready to go home and take a nap. Unfortunately, I can't. I'm in Albuquerque for a 4-H planning meeting. Planning meetings are fun, don't get me wrong, but I am about to fall over. Not managing to fall asleep until after 2 doesn't really help.

We're gonna head back to the hotel in a litte while so we can get ready for one of the officer's Sweet Sixteen. I'm not gonna dress up too much. Just look nice.

Ninja, if you're reading this, don't forget to remember the moves. Other wise you guys will leave me all behind! I'll try to catch up with you when I can.

Ugh, I need caffiene. Dr. Pepper, you have a patient!

BELT TESTING!!!!!! Part 2!

Ok, I tested, I think, Saturday for my next belt level. This last belt test was really cool because I got to double test. So instead of moving from Orange to Yellow, I went from Orange to Yellow to Green. All in one go! I was the youngest in my class to test for Green and the youngest in my class to double test.

I really had alot of fun. There were a few things I would have changed:

1. Board Breaking: I don't know what my problem is, but I have the hardest time trying to break with my hand. I snapped straight through that thing with a spinning back kick, but it took me six or seven tries to break with a forward backfist. Something that needs to change.

2. Forms: I'm honestly really happy with these. Except my third form, which I messed up on. It was this one spot that I had been having trouble with. I didn't turn as far as I was supposed to so I was backwards for the final, maybe, third. But he let us do it again, and I got it the second time around.

Other than those couple things, I think I did really well. I managed to land a front leg hook kick on my sparring partner (Her name is Heather. Works at a prison, tested for her yellow belt. Really nice lady.) during our match. I am so proud of that hook kick. Practiced that all morning before the test and it paid off.

Now, I just have to survive all the Green belt stuff. Green is the first Intermediate level in our studio. Once you are a Green belt, you are not allowed to make mistakes over things you learned as an Orange belt. I think we're going to do more grappling now, and sparring. And more advanced kicks and strikes and forms and self-defense and warmups and weapons and all sorts of other stuff. Well, hopefully.


TO ALL NON-MARTIAL ARTS PRACTICING PEOPLE!!
If I've completely confused you with the terminology, just tell me. I'm more than happy to explain anything that doesn't make any sense. I've been thinking of doing a post with the definitions.

Warrior, Maybe....

KK, so it all goes back to a few of my mental problems.

I don't like being afraid. The only real reason I see for some one to be afraid would be when there is no alternative. Either it'll kill you or it'll kill you. There isn't alot of stuff that makes me think "Oh, I'm gonna die!" that's something I just don't do. Normally, it's like, "OOH! That's cool!".

I also don't like losing. Of course, nobody likes losing. But when I feel like it, I will get major competetive. Usually, it's between me and me. Other times, I'll be competing against other people. If my friends are competing with me, I like to do what I can to see them win too. I'm just fine taking second or third if I think the person who won really earned it. Not deserved, but earned. It doesn't hurt if I like them to begin with.

I really really don't like looking weak. Which is part of the not being afraid problem too. Growing up, most of my friends were boys. No matter what, I was not going to look like some sissy. If my guy friends climbed a tree, I would climb too. Anything that made me tougher, stronger, and more "not sissy", I would do it or have already done it. Well, as long as it was ok with my parents.
It usually was, I think they thought it was funny.

Now, onto the actual deal. In Kickboxing, we sometimes spar. Which means we fight. We put on these little foam helmet-y things and boxing gloves and fight. If you can find a way to kick to the head, you're doing good.

My teacher wanted me to enter a tournament to spar. My mom didn't want me to because I would probably get seriously outclassed. I didn't compete in anything. There's a joke in class with a few people that I'm gonna become a cage fighter. All in fun, but it's all got me thinking.

Do I like fighting?

If I was honest, I'd probably say yes. I do. It makes sense with my above stated mental problems. I don't like to lose, so I go into to sparring matches wanting to win. Everyone in the class is in some way both my friend and my competion. I don't want to look pathetic in front of them. And there is no way you can go into a sparring match if you're afraid.

Someday, I'd like to try participating in a sparring tournament. When I know a little bit more about fighting. And whether or not I'm actually any good at it.

Don't You Just Hate It When...

You have all these incredible ideas and you don't know how to express them? When I say ideas, I mean ideas that could make you rich. Ideas that could change your life. Ideas that could change the way people see things.

I have so many ideas. It almost hurts sometimes how many different ideas I'll have. I have books running through my brain. Dozens of lines, and the characters to say them. Story upon story to be told. If only somebody would sit and listen. And if anybody does, they usually either think I'm smart or crazy.

And it goes beyond just writing fantasy. I think so much, I barely pay attention sometimes. I'm intelligent. I'm not being cocky when I say that. I'm a smart kid. But I don't do anything. AND IT KILLS ME. There is so much I want to do, but I can't do any of it yet. The reasons are usually the same: I'm not old enough. Don't have enough money. Still need to graduate.

Don't have, Don't know, Don't try, Can't do, Can't say, Can't be, Can't win, Won't be, Won't work, Won't help, Couldn't work, Shouldn't do, Shouldn't try, Never happen, Never be, Never will.

Man, I HATE statements like that.

They are just excuses. Stupid excuses I use way too much. Excuses everybody uses far too often. There is so much I want to do. I have so many dreams. And I know, I DO NOT have forever, no matter how often I kid myself.

All I know, is if when I'm old and I look back and realize I never did all that I could have, I will know exactly who I have to blame. What I don't know is if I'll ever stop hating myself for that.

Sickness Sucks

I've got some kind of cold. All week. Started on Monday and it's still going strong.

My fever is gone mostly, but my nose is still stuffed and my throat is really sore. I'm having a hard time really focusing on anything because of how lousy I'm feeling. Which isn't all that good because I have a math test on Monday. First of the new class. Honestly, right now, I'd rather be taking Nap 101 instead of Math 110.

Thankfully, bed time isn't too far off.

That's It

I've had enough. I am sick and tired of getting kicked around by my little sister. I have had it up to here with getting in trouble just because I stuck up for myself. From now on, I refuse to interact with her unless absolutely nessasary.

I simply try to talk to her about something and she gets offended. Next, she tries to get me offended. I don't and she gets even more offended because she can't do any good put downs. I have no such problem and give a good one. She runs off and tells on me. Then I get a lecture from my parents about how I need to be less stinky to my sisters. Sometimes I'll even have some priviledges pulled.

I won't do it anymore. I can't be stinky to her if I refuse to stay in the same room. I'll be so passive, she won't be able to get a cross word out of me. And I'll won't be responsible when she gets so frustrated.

Wonder how long it'll take for her to go crazy.

HISTORY MUST DIE!!!!!!!

Take a stake and put it through my History book. Then douse it in lamp oil, pitch, and alcohol. Light it in fire and watch it burn. Then mix the ashes with nitro-glycerin and gunpowder. Set a timer fuse with it and throw it out of a helicopter over a lake. Watch that darn thing explode and then disolve when the flaming bits hit the water below.

Do You Even Get It?

I was wandering around the blogosphere and managed to end up at an atheist blog. I don't know how. The author was talking about how a Christian blog defended Creationism. But the thing that really got me was when they started talking about miracles.

Saying how it was a mistake to say that invoking miracles is unscientific. And that you should ask how to apply science to miracles.

WHAT???

You can tell these guys are atheist, just by the way they talk. It is mistake when you say invoking miracles is unscientific. Looking at it from my point of view, it's so simple, you're left with no excuse but to believe.

Atheists use their minds. They use logic to explain everything. Saying miracles are unscientific is silly, if you take everything we know about God from the Bible and apply it.

GOD IS ALL POWERFUL
God is the one who put the earth in motion. The one who started the planets on their course and gave life to all living beings. Is it so hard to believe the Creator of everything would be able to bring a man back from the dead, when He was the one who gave that man life to begin with? That He could change water to wine by simply resetting its chemical formula? Which He set in the first place?

I'm not a scientist, and I've never been to seminary. And I don't need to. I've read my Bible. I know my God. I believe in Him, and that's all I need.

Still don't believe me? Ask yourself...
Would your father lie to you about the most important, most crictical aspects of your life? If your father had the chance to save you from eternal torment, wouldn't he?

If he truly loved you, he would tell you everything you needed to know. A true father doesn't abandon his children, he does everything he can to protect them. Because he loves them.

God is my Father, and He loves me.
He Loves Me.
He cares about what happens to me and He knows who I am. And He has promised me that He will always love me and take care of me. He will never leave me and I can always talk with Him. He made the greatest sacrifice, so I could always be with Him.


Is trusting your father stupid? If he lies to you. If he hurts you. If he leaves you.

My Father has never and WILL never do any of those things.

I have no reason not to trust Him. Neither does anybody else.

Can you see the wind? Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean its not there.

Ha-Hoowah!

That's right. Say it nice and loud. Get yourself PUMPED!

It's the only other way I know, other than martial arts.

Awe man, I can't describe the kind of feeling you get! It makes you wanna yell, how good it feels. But you're so tired, all you want to do is sleep. Time flies by so fast, its like some one sped up the clock.

It's work, all of it. Working on kicks, take downs, submissions. Gosh, I don't know how I managed without it. The way your arms ache from push ups and punches. The sweat and the way everything turns sore, its incredible.

And its addictive. So addictive. Once you get started, you can't stop. Working your way out of a full-mount, snapping out a good round kick. There's nothing like it. And the high you get. Oh man, you feel like your on top of the world. I think it's what flying must feel like. The rush from riding your bike too fast, or how it feels moments before you fall. Seconds suspended in your memory, while you ride with the wind.

Working and learning alongside the people who become more than your friends, almost family. It's so much fun, learning alongside each other. But it makes it so hard to spar. You face off against the people you know so well. The hits aren't half as hard to take as to give. And then you start laughing, because you know the same thoughts are running through your partner's mind. Not to mention the same moves.

There isn't really any way to describe the feeling correctly. It always seems to fall short, like when someone talks about true love or absolute terror. The hights of passion humans live for.

English

I like writing. I really do. People say I'm good at it. I like playing with words, making things sound eloquent by changing just a few words.

Which is why I think it's funny that I really don't like English. I never honestly have. I don't see the point in knowing the different parts of a sentence. Prepositional phrases, indirect objects, dependent clauses? I don't intend to be a editor when I grow up. The only real use I see for English is that it's character building.

The second thing I find funny is that I'm good at something I could care less about. Always get A's, its stupid.

Life is funny some times.

BELT TESTING!!!!!!

Dude, I got the results! My teacher, Master Baca, says that we're gonna have belt testing next weekend. And he finally told us which ones were ready for sure to take the test. He wants to have the whole class ready to test, but he said that three kids were ready to go. The three in the front row.

Guess who stands in the front row?
Tomoko, Hideo, ME!

It is so totally awesome! I am stoked! The three of us all taking the test at once, completely WICKED SWEET! (You can tell because I'm using all my surfer slang)

I also got second place for a raffle. Person who sold ten candles got entered for a drawing. First place was six months free lessons. (Another friend of mine got that, Sid. He'll probably be ready for the test by the time it comes) I got a $50 gift certificate for anything in the store. I wanna buy some nunchaku (Nunchucks if you don't know better) and get myself in the Weapons Class. That would be so cool, but I don't know if I have enough for that.

Poor Master Baca hurt his back. Hope he starts feeling better. Reagan's got a private gymnastics class with him tommorow morning. I wanna tag along and ask him and his other black belts some questions about the belt testing. And see about those nunchakus!

He said the class would spar on Monday. Oh boy.

Monday's entry: Monday's injuries.

Late Night Pondering

Good gosh. I don't know why I can't sleep. It's gonna be midnight and I'm not tired. We even went to Clovis. I guess I'm just bored. I'm so dead if my parents catch me on the computer this late.

I think my problem is that I think to much. I can't help it. So many thoughts, so many ideas, and barely any of them ever make it out. Sometimes I wonder, what's the point of thinking all these incredible thoughts when hardly any one ever hears them? And if they are heard, who even cares?

Does everybody think great thoughts? Or just a few extraordinary people? How many of those ideas are ever acted on? Is not acting on what we think and using the inspiration that comes from every aspect of nature a crime?

Is it possible to explode from every thing left unspoken? To one day, burst out and scream everything you've ever dreamed to whoever who will listen? Is that what drives some people crazy? Because, until then, no one ever listened?

Does it hurt to know the answers when nobody will listen? How about asking questions when you know no one will answer? What about learning the answers to questions you never wanted to know?

Why do we think? We don't ask to. For the most part, I don't think we intend to. It just happens. As long as we live, we think. We wonder and question.

I don't know, maybe I'm just insane. Does any one other than me even think like this? Maybe I'm the only one and that's just how it's supposed to be.

Glowing Nails, Crouching Weasel

Gosh, why does the week start off busy?

Today, I had to get out of my nice warm bed to change into a pair of freezing jeans, midly chilly shirt, and yesterday's socks (they were the first pair I saw). But Mom is merciful and turned on the heater in the bathroom so it could have been worse.

After the usual hustle out the door, we had to go to the hospital. Nothing to worry about, I just had to pick up some money from a class mate who is a nurse. I've decided I don't like hospitals. I've known that for a while, but now I'm simply coming to terms with it.

Once that was over, we took off for Clovis. I had a dentist appoinment. I also decided I don't much like denist offices either. My orthodontist, cool. My dentist, not so much. Dentists are too quite, and they seem to like finding out exactly how many different tools and fingers they can fit in your mouth at once. I don't like that game. The nurse that was cleaning my teeth had to tell me to stop biting down. Subconcious impulse, I do it to my orthodontist too.

Then we went to Burger King. I got myself a nice paper crown to make up for having to go to the hospital and dentist before lunch. Burger King was interesting, I think two people got fired while we were there. I never got the whole story though.

Walmart was next, and I found some glow-in-the-dark nail polish. I am really happy with it. Shows up really bright. Dad made a good point that if I'm going to be any good at the ninja business, why do I paint my fingers so people can see them? Mom stepped in saying that I'd wear ninja gloves. I also got a plastic ax-staff that I'm going to use for my costume. I don't know exactly what I'm going to be yet, but so far I have a tattered black tunic, my ax-staff, and maybe a pair of boots. I'll probably end up as some kind of warrior. Just don't what kind yet. I'm gonna try for Barbarian.

Kickboxing was really fun. I love the grappling (floor wrestling). I have this friend Dustin. He was wrestling my other friend Sid. Dustin was doing something wrong. So I stepped in for Sid to show Dustin how to do it right. Long story short, we ended up wrestling. Dustin managed to throw me off with a bridge. (You're sitting on somebody, really laying into them. They grab one of your fists on the way down and then throw their hips up. If done correctly, the person on top goes flying over bottom person's shoulder.) I was a good distance away, and finally got to try what I had been wanting to do for as long as I had been grappling.

I tackled him.

From what my mom says, I pounced like one of our cats. Jordan said she knew what I was going to do when she saw the look on my face and how I had my legs. All I remember was froghopping right into Dustin, the noise he made when first I and then the floor knocked the air out of him, and my mom and his mom laughing. He had been standing on his knees, and I think I hit him right around the waist. Dustin fell right over and then I got into the full-mount (sitting with one leg on either side of his waist. Little bit above the hips). In class, you pretend hit. Just act like your beating your partner up. So I was sitting on him, swinging my fists like I was beating him up. I figured out he wasn't gonna get me off again, and so I stopped "hitting" him. Put one finger on his forehead and declared his fate. Dead. Then got up and walked away.

Jordan says that most of the class had circled around us. Which makes sense. Sid and my partner/friend Tomoko were waiting on me and Dustin to finish. Another pair consited of another of my friends Hideo, (Tomoko's younger brother) and a guy whose in the class to lose weight (Can't remember name). The two of htem had been kinda taking it easy for most of the class. Hideo is really good (Big, tall, strong. Think Cyborg from the Teen Titans cartoon) and I think he didn't want to hurt the guy on accident.

Any ways, Jordan said that after I walked away from Dustin, she and Tomoko started clapping. She also said that the whole time Hideo was watching and just had this huge smile on his face. (Going back to that Cyborg thing, I'd be Beast Boy. The sort of scrawny kid who's always right there with the jokes that's tougher than he looks. We're really good friends, known each other a long time. Into the same stuff for the most part. We give each other tips and info on a ton of things. Kickboxing, Guitar Hero, stuff like that.) Mom said that Dustin's face when I got him was too funny and that in addition to cat pouncing, I had managed to stay close to the floor. Of course I don't remember any of this. I know I like grappling. I know I'm decent at grappling. I was really paying attetion to anything, I was more worried about Dustin's mother or Master Baca getting after me for tackling like that. Mom said Mrs. Hight was just laughing and laughing.

Which makes me feel like I've done a good day's work.

DALLAS COWBOYS!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, don't care where your from or what you think. The Dallas Cowboys RULE! Oh, repent! Turn away from false Idols like the Patriots and the Colts! Don't wait up for the Saints or the Eagles. And you can chuck your Redskin jersey out the window. Cowboys, Superbowl, You gonna be there?

New Blog

Hey, want all you guys to know that I've got a new blog up, titled Levels of Insanity. But don't worry, I'll still post here. The plan is that Levels will be where I post random stuff, like information on cartoons I'm into and opinions of why roller coasters are good for your health. Pretty much if I'm not sure everybody else will be into it, it'll be on Levels. Rather Be will contain updates of normal life and stuff like that. I'll try and get a link to Levels on this site, so bear with me. It's still a baby, so I'm gonna fix 'er up.

I've got some pretty good news. My Algebra class is going great. I got the results for my first chapter of work and test. Got a 100 for the homework (Can't Touch This!) and a 93 for my test. My mom has made a deal with me, if I get a 100 on a test, I get a milkshake. I got a really awesome set of earrings for my homework. It felt good just to get that 93. I'm not a mathematician by birth, and my teacher said I got the only A in class. Which is sad considering I'm the youngest one in there at 15.

Got a hobby (FINALLY!) that doesn't involve sitting in front of a screen. I've started doing kickboxing, but its not cut and dry kickboxing. My class learns kickboxing, boxing, jiu jistu, a couple karate forms, self defense, and all sorts of stuff. I LOVE it to the death. As far as I can tell, I'm doing really well. We're going to have a belt test soon, and hopefully I'll be ready to take the test and get my yellow belt. And after that at somepoint, there's gonna be a tournament with kids from all over the area, I want to compete SO BAD. It sounds horrible, but I want that rush from fighting somebody. Putting it all on the edge of a knife in the pursuit of glory. It would rock to win, but just to be able to show all that I've learned. Glory and honor baby, glory and honor.

Then under the boring category, I have to do my Record book. I really don't like having to do them. But every thing has a price and this is the one for 4-h.

I'm gonna have to wrap this up and start working on Levels for a little while. Scroll down to the bottom and see my new picture. I love it. Tell me what you think.

Upps.

Holy cow, I'm back! Can't believe it takes this long. Sorry to all, been really busy with stuff. You'll understand when I cotinue.

I'm taking two college courses. Algebra 10 and Communications 102. Pretty much Math and a Speech class. I go to an alternative school which works really well for me because I only have to go out every 10 days. Bad thing, no class. So you figure it all out on your own. Let me tell you, figuring out Geometry is killer when your really just going off of the examples in the book. So, I'm a 15 year old highschool junior taking college math.

I AM FREAKY SMART KID! And dang proud of it too.

The Speech class is because I'm going to try for a State 4-H Leadership position, Ambassador or Diplomat, either works for me. Apparently, my county hasn't had somebody with a state leadership position for quite a while. So it should be interesting.

And don't worry, I'm still taking highschool classes. History and English. Boo to Prepositions! Everything else, doesn't get a boo.

Then this weekend, I should be out in the hot sun in front of a museum I've only been in twice. Why? Because I have to run a booth for the dinosaur museum. Except I have no idea what I'm doing. Not to mention one of the guys I'm stuck working with is a obsessive control freak. Oh well, got to do what needs to be done.

I have to go combat the dreaded foe of prepositions now. Why do we have them? They don't really need to have four chapters of a book devoted to them?

WHY!?!?!?!?

Toodles.

Ketchup Is Nasty

And with that statement, on with the post!

I competed in County Contest to great success. As I stated at church, I and the other present 4-Hers kicked butt. Looking back, that may not have been exactly appropriate.

Starting a 2-day cooking school on Thursday. Looks cool, but I don't know anything about the chef, other students, or how it's all gonna go down. Should be fun.

I also have to come up with a few crowdbreakers for District Contest, along with maybe a skit. I've got a few ideas, but if all of them get shot down, I can always grab the mike and go freestyle.

My dad is getting ordained as a pastor this weekend. Big dealio: grandparents, uncle, pastor buddy of my dad's, potluck dinner. Pretty much, the whole deal. Interested in how it's going to work out.

Probably should say more, but am trying to move fast. So bye bye.

Stumped for a Title

In the last episode of "I'd Rather Be Pillaging", I was talking about something. I can't remember. It was heart pounding, mind boggling, and thought provoking. And yet, it left one incredible question unanswered....

Why does Carmen want to be the Flash????

Sadly, I'm not going to answer that question right now. It is now 11:45 PM and any one with sense in my time zone is either sleeping or getting ready to. As you can see, I have no sense.

Umm. I can't remember what drove me to get up and blog. Oh, I didn't want to watch the Perfect Man. We have a mutual friend of mine and Reagan's over for a few nights, so I might be getting in a few posts to escape cheesy romance movies or other such movies I've seen a hundred times. It doesn't matter what genre a movie may be in, after seeing it over twenty times, it becomes lame. Now if only Reagan would realize that.

Tommorow I have Geometry, Writing, and workshops to get ready for County Contest. I seriously need to start working on my poem, Tolkien's version of Hey Diddle Diddle. Then the day after that, I go to work at the museum. Warning: Donny is not the best company when he is trying to figure out which resin bones are toes and which are fingers. Hopefully, Steve will be there to bless us all with golf terms and corny jokes. Saturday, I have nothing planned other than school work. Sunday, I go to church and maybe do more school work. Or I could just watch One Piece and Naruto.

I may be getting a special job at District Contest. There is a boy who has a problem that keeps him from being able to read well and understand what he's reading, at least thats what I gathered from my briefing. I may end up being a kind of baysitter/cattledriver/private reader for this kid. Which won't be to hard, though I have to admit, I was kinda looking forward to bugging my Novice and Junior buddies between their contests. Bugging is my form of support.

I'm also hunting for two teammates for the Senior Home Ec. Bowl team. In the past, (I'll be honest) I was really looking for people to fill chairs. I knew all the questions and the guys who got the seats got to get a medal for just sitting still and answering a few questions each. Now, I have to find three other Seniors who will study the questions because each person on a team HAS to answer questions. Strangely, my team usually is made up of boys. Football players, track runners, crack shots, yep, a bunch of boys who could tell you a thing of two about Home Economics.

So far I have an old Archery buddy of mine, football player, and track runner, Matt. He's been one of the fillers for a while. But he knows the questions. When I told him about Improptu Speaking (IP), he asked if the topics would be about storing chocolate.

Another guy I really want to get for my team is Wanita or Chris, another football player and track dude. Before you think anything, Matt and I call Chris Wanita because he at one point had to wear an old apron with Wanita written across it in big letters. The name stuck, and now he is Wanita. He once got the winning question for a game. (We were like 40 points ahead but it was the last question of the game) But he's a Junior, so I'm hoping we can sneak him in to fill the team. Plus he is an absolute blast.

Another guy who could be really good at this is Patrick. Archery dude, I think he would really be a good assest to the team. But that depends on if he likes it, and with Patrick, you never know...

Gosh, this sounds like some draft report. Well, the posts write themselves sometimes. I have to go to bed now, I'm about ready to konk out over the keyboard. If I did that, I would have keyboard impressions all over my face. And frankly, no matter what the boys say, I like my face just as it is.

(Insulting and then complementing and repeating is a form of friendship between me and several people)