InDiAn DiVa

Hi people!!!!

I decided I really wanted to talk to you about Caucasians. In case you didn’t know, that just means ‘white people’ who aren’t Asian or blah blah blah. They are just American or Canadian people who have no idea where else they are from, besides “Europe, somewhere”.

I had a weird time grasping the concept of Caucasians. For instance, I thought it was an actual global location when I was 7 years old, because my mom had a book on her shelf that was called Caucasia in big black letters. So I knew it was a place. I believed that until I was 10.

In Canada, I was reading the newspaper at my grandparent’s second house, and I was reading the police log (have you ever read Bar Harbor Police Beat? It’s a really funny book about police logs in Bar Harbor, Maine, where you have to go to sail to Nova Scotia, but that’s another subject. *back on topic, Kimy. People don’t check your blog to hear you talking to yourself!* ), and I noticed, in the list of arrests made (there were 20 made!!!! Drinking party, I think), three men were black, and the others were all ‘caucasian’!

I was thinking wow, what is up with Caucasians in Canada?? Are they some Asian or African descended people who like to stir up trouble? Why in the universe would 17 Caucasian men be arrested?!?! And then I realized: caucasian means white.

I felt kind of stupid when I figured that out. All along, I was really into visiting Caucasia, where people act “all- American/Canadian”.

By the way, I am putting America and the BOTTOM HALF of Canada, like the Nova Scotia part, the parts that touch America, as an example to classic “caucasian-ism”.

This is getting so confusing. Did you notice that caucasian-ism isn’t even a word???

Also, I don’t think the Canadians say “all-Canadian”. I wonder what they say. Maybe “completely Canadian”? No, that sounds  extremely lame.

By the way, I love Canada, and I intend on spending alot of time there in the near future. Except for one thing: I can’t swim in the ocean. (hey, did you notice that I changed subjects??) I don’t know why. I like cold water and salt and happy stuff like that, but that’s it. I canNOT stand fish, jellyfish (except moonjellies), wormy things, seaweed, and crabs. Or other creepy stuff like that. And EELS!!! Have you ever had a jellyfish and an eel swinning around your legs trying to kill each other?? Eels are SO… um… (trying to be polite to eel-lovers, those fanatics far and few)… um… un-wonderful.

Also, fish. Fishes are made up almost entirely of muscle, right? So when you have a giant muscle (fish) swimming around your legs… you know? Also, I hate those weird green sea-creatures that are out at low tide in the morning, (about 5:53 am, according to the tide clock). I was trying to pull up a peice of driftwood for my cousin out of the sand when we went walking at low tide on our beach, and i pulled it out, and just for a second, I could have sworn there was, I don’t know, and little green arm waving.

I am so sorry. This is probably ruining your appetite for the sea.

Oh, and about the little green arm. I don’t mean an actual arm like a tiny green human arm, but like an octopus arm. Tentacle doesn’t sound so good, you know? Oh, then there was a fisherman guy who said that that’s how he finds octopuses.

Wait– octopuses  octopi? Octopee??? Never mind.

This is actually turing out to be rather long of a post. But I still have more to say.

I had another Beauty and the Beast show last night. It was fun. It involved chasing Yeye through half the auditorium, consoling Yeye from… um… “killing” people, telling Yeye something important, then yelling at Yeye because she was being “depressed”. Oh, I also spent those precious last moments at the theatre telling Nate to not do what he was going to do because I would never do what he said I would do if he did what he was going to do (do you understand that?), and threatening to poke his eyes out with my beautiful navy blue office pen if he did what he said he was going to do.

All in all, it was a good show.

Right.

Love, Kimy

I just wanted to let you know that I am not at all as boring or bossy as I seem.

I just finished with the first weekend of Beauty and the Beast shows. 2/4 of them were totally sold out!!!!!!!!!!!!

My best friends in the show are (in no particular order):

Chandler, Dylan, Yeye, Nate, Abby, Sara, Shira, Aliya, Pilar, and Bekki.

Isn’t that wonderful? If I forgot to put you on the list above, please just let me know, and forgive me, I’m tired. I slept until 11:59am today. That is the latest I have ever slept in my entire life, the closest being 10:30am.

WOW.

Beauty and the Beast has been a HUGE success, lots of little girls is Belle dresses came, and many people bought the $5.00 light-up fabric roses that the ushers sold. Being a wolf hasn’t been nearly as bad as I thought it would be, since Bekki (our unofficial wolf ‘choreography’ captain) made a treat she calls ‘Jesus’– caramel fudge brownie things that are SO amazing that I didn’t even stop to see what else was in them. I ate it that fast. I am going to have to steal the recipe from her…

As usual, boys will be boys, plainly demonstrated by the fact that they are in denial over the most obvious and un-deniable fact that I, as the only female in the ‘pack’ , am the Alpha. If you have ever seen the movie Eight Below, you will see that the Alpha of the sled dog pack is a femal named Maya. It’s just fate. Girls are born leaders. But, they are still in denial.

Bekki and her mom, Mary Ellen, made the 4 wolves tails of various types of black and grey faux fur. The 3 boys’ tails have fringe, while mine is sleek and daubed with silver glitter paint. Even the tails won’t convince them that I am the Alpha. I guess it’s guy thing. I mean, it is hard bowing to such a gorgeous nymph as I, right? Right. And if you were wondering, Mary Ellen and Bekki made the tails with this in mind.

Oh dear.

I must now flee.

See you later, dears.

Kimaya

Hi.

I’m going to talk about summer jobs, since yesterday it was 60 degrees (F) on JANUARY 6TH!!!! WHEN IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SNOWING LIKE MAD!!!!!! Anyways, it just reminded me on summer, since I went on a walk to visit the horses.

So. Last summer, I had a really good summer job. I was an accompanist. I played piano. And little violinist kids played violin at the same time, really loudly. I also brought my cello, because the lady who runs the camp I worked at wanted me to play in a chember group, and in orchestra, because she was short about 4 cellos. Oh, did I mention that it was at a camp for violinists and cellists (and violists) ages 5 to 17 who play using  the Suzuki method? The reason why I put viola players in parentheses is because, out of the entire camp population of 100 violins and 10 cellos, there were  only TWO VIOLAS. And one was, yours truly, my darlin little sister Savita. The other one was this simply ADORABLE little 5 year old who would never talk to anyone, she was so shy, with a short, shiny little-kid bowl cut named Dora.

When I got to the camp in the morning, I ran as fast as I could, lugging my cello, my 2 book bags and a music stand (total weight value: cello-12lbs, music stand-3lbs, book bag- 5lbs, total: 20 lbs), all on my SHOULDERS, since I have backpack straps on my cello case. I ran into a big room and sat down at this HORRIBLE keyboard. I HATE keyboards. The keys have no resistance, so if I so much as sneezed, thestupid plastic keys would press down and make a beautiful sound called cacophony.

(please forgive me if any words are missing a G or K or R, those three take alot of force to push down for some reason…..)

After I played for that group class, I would run upstairs, and put my cello under a table in a room where my friends taught group class. Then I would have an hour of free time (did you know that “free time” means “BUY CHOCOLATE AND SODA TIME” in Chinese? I bet you didn’t !).

Then I played for another group class. This was the one with Savita and Dora in it. The teacher called Savita “Suh-veeDa”, and she called Dora “Doo-rah”. I dont know why. After that class, I did chamber music and orchestra, then went to African dance camp.

I did half day work, half day African dance….

This year, I think I’ll work all day. African dance camp didn’t really teach me that much.

Rachel has a summer job picking mushrooms. I love the smell of mushrooms. They smell good. Rachie’s going to be quite rich.

Now, I must go. Even though it’s Sunday, I have math to do because I’m behind.

Kimaya

Hi.

I really ought to say ‘Happy New Year’, but as I don’t really like the beinnings of new years, maybe I won’t. If you’re the sort of person who will accuse me of being a party pooper for not saying it, ask someone else, please.

I’m gettin my bottom braces soon, and my most prominent fashion crisis once a month is WHAT COLOR bands I should get. This month and in April I’m going to be in two different shows, so I need to get a color that’s not black or something dark, because I’ve seen that it makes your teeth look like they’re rotting from a distance. And I would prefer not to go with clear, since I eat Indian food alot and it stains them and looks really really really yucky. So, what should it be?? White? They might make my teeth look yellow in comparison…. You see what a hard thing it is to choose? Light blue? Pale pink???

POST!

I have invented a term. It’s called the Suspension Period. The Suspension Period is the period of time in between your first hiccup and the next one, when you are in dire suspense, wondering whether or not you really are going to have hiccups or not. Do you know what I mean? Right after the firt hiccup, will I have more, or is this just one by itself?? It kills me.

I’ve always wondered why a spoonful of sugar makes hiccups stop.

Oh well, I suppose I just might as well start school.

Kimy