InDiAn DiVa

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

OH everybody.

I’m so sorry to have neglected you for SO LONG!!!! It’s already December 15th!

Newsflash:

Today is the first DAy of Chanukah, and 9 days till Christmas!!!

Sorry, dear people who celebrate Kwanzaa or Solstice or something else. If there IS something else let me know. I really dont know how many days it is until Kwanzaa or Solstice, so…..

GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?!?!?!

I’m in Beauty and the Beast, as a wolf and a villager. It’s truly not worth it at all. The villager stuff is boring and pointless (AKA a PITY part), and the wolf business is just plain weird. I mean, I get the best wolf stuff to do of all the 4 wolves in the show (I get to bite the beast on the arm and get thrown across the stage, I get to Moonwalk, I get to grab Maurice’s scarf and twil him across the stage…)…. BUT. I’m the only girl wolf. And would you like to know why? Because I’m tall. That’s it. I am one of the tallest wolves. In height order, we wolves go:

Luke Kimaya Nate PJ

And that’s the way it goes.

Anyways, that is not NEARLY the most wonderful thing of this year.

The most wonderful thing of this year is that I am doing 3 (count ‘em, three!) shows this year!!!! MY most EVER! {1. Finian’s Rainbow, 2. Beauty and the Beast, 3. The Crucible}

AND, I have another main part! In Finian’s I was Daisy, with a solo song and 8 lines. Now, I actually have a name that’s written in the script, besides “sharecropper 1″. I am playing a 50-year-old slave from Barbados names Tituba in Arthur Miller’s The Crucible!!!!

They are having me play her as “ageless”, apparantly. I get to be accused of being a witch, get to go insane and claim that the Devil is coming to take my back to Barbados, and all that good stuff, you know?

So… that’s all for now…

My braces are now blue and green, I have a tortuous spring in between by teethies.

It hurts and I hate it!!!

YAY!

Kimaya

Yay. I did it. Three weeks ago on Wednesday, I got braces. BRACES!!!!! They have purple rubberbands… I really don’t like them at all, except for when it comes to self-defence: then, and only then, i can bite an attacker so their skin shreds. But let’s not talk about that, OK?

OK. Did you know that every time you touch your head you lose 8 weak brain cells? That hippo sweat is red (I’ve told you countless times, right?)? That there are more television sets in the USA than there are people in the UK? (horrible, I know.)

Oh dear, now I must fly. For some STRANGE reason, I need to clean up. *retch* more later.

<333333 Kimaya

Hi universe. How are you??? I’m fine and terrible.

On Friday, my dad turned 50. We gave him 50 presents and my mom took him to a ballroom dancing class while I stayed home and babysat 4 people while planning my summer theatre thing (I admit! We did have to nitpick a little bit about the 50 presents. We did use hallowe’en candy, and we did wrap each pair of socks seperately!).

THEN, on Saturday (still for his 50th), we went up in a hot air balloon for 3 hours!!!! We went to 2400 feet!!!!! AND, we went to high it was snowing up. Isn’t that awesome?!?! It was a much better view than an airplane, because you can’t touch the tops of trees with an airplane, and you can’t slowly drift around in an airplane. Also, you can see a little but more detail from a balloon. Like running cows. Also, when we were over the woods, we got to spit over the edge of the basket (I didn’t though, I was so cold my mouth was dry)! It looked cool….. IT WAS SO FABULOUS. In case you were wondering (which I’m SURE you were– riiiiight??)

THEN, we went to Amherst High School to usher for the Valley Light Opera production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s The Gondoliers! When I was there, I saw one of my friends who was playing in the orchestra, and one of my other friends who had decorated jeans that had two letters, that were reversed and stuff like that haveing to do with hot tubs.

Then on Sunday, I had a rehearsal for Beauty and the Beast, where I met the hot tub reversed reversed pajama guy. He has nice hair. It was very interesting.

Yesterday I got spacers. They are still murdering my head. Tomorrow I’m getting top braces with nickel-titanium archwires so I don’t need a palate expander. Oh joy

Kimaya

Yesterday this completely random person (I am serious. He was random. You don’t believe me! I know I overuse the word. BELIEVE ME!!!!!) asked me if I would rather die in a car crash or an air plane crash, or a boat crash. I said I would rather die in a car crash so that I would’nt be surrounded by shreiking people in my last moments. But, it doesn’t really matter as long as I broke something important and was able to say some last words that someone could hear before I died.

About my last post: I AM SO SORRY TO HAVE MADE SO MANY TYPOS IN MY LAST POST!!!!! I’m so SO sorry. You know– I really am a world-class speller. In first grade, I won a spelling bee against second graders. My winning word was wealthy. I won a marble (I’m calling on my common school friends to endorse this…).

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY !

GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?

I had African dance on Wednesday. I had African dance on Thursday!! TWO DAYS IN A ROW!!!woohoo!!! On Thursday, we danced from 4:15 pm to 7:00 pm!!! Dancing for so long is complete and utter heaven. Also, we are memorizing a very long poem, AND drumming at the SAME TIME that we recite it!!! I’m so excited!!! In fact, I’ll write the poem out now (lines separated by /):

A revolution of love in six eight./ This revolution is for life./ This revolution is about everyone./ This revolution is about you./ This revolution neeeeds you./ Needs you to think. Needs you to think. Needs you to think./ This revolution is about the day/ When any child can walk/ from any place in the world/ to any place in the world/ and be safe./ Welcome.—- Fed./ This revolution needs you./ Put down your weapons./ Put down your weapons./ Put down your weapons of destruction./ Raise your truth./ Raise up your truth./ Truth is/ we got to get together./ Truth is/ we got to free our minds./ Truth is/ love—- is all there is./ Revolution/ is love/ is all there is./ Love is all there is./ We got to raise/ our truth,/ and steer this ship to love./ This revolution/ is about the day/ when everyone wakes up,/ goes to work for love.—— Only love./ Love is all there is./ A revolution in six eight love… changes the way you reeeeaaach………out. (singing) bodi bo sidiewahh. bodi bo seeng!

We drum on the dunduns in between the lines. Isn’t it a beautiful poem??? They cut some bits…. my favorite part that they cut is this:

Faith is a ship/ We got to raise our truth,/ sails on this ship/ and steer this ship to love.

Oh well.

Thin about the poem. It’s so powerful if you just think about the power of words… OH speaking of words… never mind. I’ll tell you in the next post. It’s sooo hilarious!!

A revolution of love in six eight./ This revolution is for life./ This revolution is about everyone./ This revolution is about you./ This revolution neeeeds you./ Needs you to think. Needs you to think. Needs you to think./ This revolution is about the day/ When any child can walk/ from any place in the world/ to any place in the world/ and be safe./ Welcome.—- Fed./ This revolution needs you./ Put down your weapons./ Put down your weapons./ Put down your weapons of destruction./ Raise your truth./ Raise up your truth./ Truth is/ we got to get together./ Truth is/ we got to free our minds./ Truth is/ love—- is all there is./ Revolution/ is love/ is all there is./ Love is all there is./ We got to raise/ our truth,/ and steer this ship to love./ This revolution/ is about the day/ when everyone wakes up,/ goes to work for love.—— Only love./ Love is all there is./ A revolution in six eight love… changes the way you reeeeaaach………out. (singing) bodi bo sidiewahh. bodi bo seeng!

Think about it.

Kimaya

Dearest Most Darrrrling Universe:

Do you know who HMY is? I do! If you don’t its just another one of the fabulous things you are missing out on. But oh well, it really isn’t worth worrying about. HMY IS SO COOL.

ANYWAYYYS. I take African dance at PVPA. The teacher is AMAZING. Her daughter is an AMAZING assistant teacher and her son is an AMAZING drummer, while her husband is and AMAZING dancer too, and her 2 babies are AMAZINGLY cute. What an amazing family. Maybe they should get a trophy. Someone else will have to get them one, though, because I don’t have any money at the moment.

Why–

Is everythhing so expensive?!?!?

Do we have daylight savings?

Isn’t by cough from 2 WEEKS AGO gone yet?

Who–

Is your best friend?

What–

The heck??

Are you going to do today?

Did you know–

That I am freezing?

That in some parts of Africa they use salt for money?

That hippos have red sweat?

That oysters have blue eyes?

Well they do.

Do you like Tofutti or sorbet better? I really really really really like sorbet. Lemon sorbet is my favorite, closely followed by raspberry. RASPberry.

Hey, the word raspberry is so weird, because it sounds like its a kind of berry that would screape your throat raw. Which, of course, it isn’t. I eat them when I’m sick, in case you were wondering, which I’m sure you were.

Here’s yet ANTOTHER giant purple cyber-cookie for Tashi for so faithfully checking (AND POSTING ON) my lovely blog:——–>O HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!

Did you ever notice that I always type only in YELLOW,GREEN, purple or blue?

Yellow and green are my main colors, though.

OH NO.

This is something tragic. Something that will make you sob with misery and tragicality:

I MUST LEAVE YOU….. FOR… (EVER!!!!!) A WHOLE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAGH!! Wrenching shreiks of misery abound as I glide over to a tall spiral staircase and …. VANISH.

Oh, dear. I’ve been reading too much Lord Of The Rings. In my (homeschool) literary writing class, my only academic class with other people, we must read the ENTIRE DEADLY book. AND– I am often the only girl in my class. I don’t even bother. It is just the most lethargical class you could ever take. I often sit in the middle of a sofa thing, with the two other boys on either side of me. They bellow at each other about RuneScape, their darling computer-game double life, and shreik answers to questions at the teacher in between arguing about whos RuneScape charachter has more money. Did I mention that they are both very tall? Did I mention that One plays football and is rather… bulky and the other one plays baseball and is as thin as a BAT? Did I mention that they do all of their communication OVER MY HEAD?!?! WAY over my head???!???!?!?

See? What did I tell you tragic. BUT– notice improved quality of writing above. Ranting and raving about nonimportant things I do best is one of my streangths. I think I need more positive long words in my vocabulary, since I really only appreaciate long words. I’m a philologist. OH NO THAT’S WHAT J.R.R. TOLKIEN WAS TOO!!!! HOW DARE HE BE FORTHCOMING ENOUGH TO STEAL MY PROFESSION!!!!!

Oh well. I guess I will simply LIVE WITH IT.  But I really would like to quit my writing class.

Did I ever mention that during the Lord Of The Rings class, I often meditate or practice self-hypnosis? I’ve always wanted to be able to hypnotise people, so I could help them forget all sorts of deadly morbid stuff that happened to them. Speaking of hypnotism:

Did you know, that once, in some state which I cannot remember the name of right now, a schoolbus full of kids (and one driver) DISSAPEARED on th way to school. A week and 3 days later, all of the kids and driver were found, wandering around, looking lost and speaking gibberish. They had no IDEA where they were (but they were in the same town). They all got sent to the hospital by their parents, and still, they were all conversing, terrified, in gibberish. They really did not know where they were!!!!! So they called in a big huge team of hypnotists, and they hypnotised the children to remember how to speak English, then, they hypnotised them to tell where they had been. After that, they pieced together a freaky story:

They were driving to school in the bus, when a white van hit the bus. Then 2 men leapt out of the bus and injected everyone with something, before they could move. Then all the people on the bus went uncosious. Then the men from the van buried the entire bus with the children and driver inside. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?! Anyways, when they all woke up, they were terrified, and dug themselves out of the ground using their protractors and pencils!!! Then their brains were so completely TERRIFIED, that the blocked out the memory all together!!! That’s why they were speaking gibberish, because their brains had reduced them to toddlers.

I don’t know is they caught the white-van-men. Maybe they did’nt!!!! AHHHH!

By the way, that is a true story.

Must go!!!
LOVE_

KIMAYYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! (WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!O)))

Since I’m rushing, I’ll tell you 13 important things:

1. Dating is overrated

2. Theater romances never last.

3. Nice boys are hte most fun.

4. You always huve more fun in life if you decide not to like anyone, and love everyone.   It’s especially handy with boys, because your whole life gets funner when you aren’t worrying about how you look.

5. Don’t worry about how you look. Life is so SO much more fun when you just throw on your ugly t-shirt and sweats and hit the town with your girl (and boy-casual) friends.

6. Believe what I’m telling you: you’re gorgeous. Simply ravishing. Heavanly. You know, pamper yourself. Love isn’t only for others!!! Have some fun, watch a totally happy movie like Mary Poppins or something like that. Paint your toenails and fingernail yucky blue. Do something. Stop worrying about what it looks like. 

7. Girls who don’t care about anything but having fun and being kind are the coolest. Don’t even try.

8. Be yourself.

9 Dating is still overrated. It’s so much more fun to hug 99 guys than be firmly attached to 1 who you may not even like that much.

10. Life. Is. Fun.

11. Life’s too short to waste. Don’t wait for him to call– move on today!!!!!!

12. You’re wicked awesome.

13. “Life is too short to be taken seriously” ~Oscar Wilde 

Lovies and gooooood luck~~~

Kimaya  

GUESS WHAT EVERYBODY!!!!!

Last night was opening night for Finian’s Rainbow!!!!!! Can you beleive it!?!?! It went really really well (I know why though– it was Friday the 13th– super lucky day for theatre!)!

The only problem was that I still have a dreadful cough, so when I went up to sing my solo song in the show (’Necessity’), I could hardly take a big breath. Not to mention that I coughed ALL THE TIME during the show. When I said my lines, my voice was so hoarse that I sounded like a young smoker. Oh yay. Well, at least the setting in the show is a tobacco-growing community that sells to Lucky Gold cig. company!

This morning, when I woke up, my throat was so stffy and so was my nose so I couldn’t really breathe that well. I’m almost all better though!

I love opening night. It’s thrilling. Your adrenaline just gets pumping like craaaaazy, it’s so awesome!!! It’s also soooooo such fun to look at people in the front rows and give them a GIGANTIC grin. It’s so cool. People look at you like ‘woaaaah cool!’.

I love theatre!!

HEEEEEYYYYYY– did you ever notice that theatre can be spelled 2 ways:

theatER —and— theatRE.

I totally prefer the second one– it’s more classy looking.

ANyoneANyone!!!!! Buy tickets for Finian’s!!! Go to the Jones Library in Amherst or visit www.arenacivictheatre.org , then click UPCOMING PRODUCTIONS.

WOO HOO I’m excited!!! I’m saving my voice all day today (only speacking when absolutely necessary, like if my head falls off or something like that!), so I’m using this weekend as an opportunity to learn American Sign Language.

Love and excitement!!!!!

Kimaya

Congratulations, Tash, on translating the French! Here is you GiantPurpleCyberCookie: O I hope you like it!

Annnnnyways. Did I mention that  the musical I am in goes up in 3 weeks? And that I simply cannot wait?

Oh, here is an interesting subject: I was wondering why people say “I can’t wait” when they have no choice in the matter whatsoever. Also, I was wondering who invented time.

Who decided that one minute is 60 seconds, each second being this long? Also, years. A year could be 100 days, then we would have the Year Of The Snows, and the Year Of The Sun and the Year Of The Budding and the Year Of The Falling Leaf. Except if you live in China. What is up with China (not meant as an insulting question, just wondering). How did they decide their year? I mean, if you wanted to observe a year, it would take years to determine a pattern. Then, once someone determined a pattern, how did they spread it around the world so that almost everyone was on the same calendar? Also, I was wondering, who discovered the international date line? Why don’t we just say that here (Western USA) at 7:00 am it is this bright outside in in India, at 7:00 am, peple are sleeping! So that at our midnight (12:00 am) we are all asleep, and in India, 12:00am is lunchtime!

OK, I have decided: Time is the result of a collaboration project between famous smart people all over the world (except in China, because they have their own [go China!]).

I made that up you know.

I was just too lazy too look it up right now.

Ok, I must go

jaam ak jaam (peace and more peace in Senegalese)

Kimy

Bonjour, mes amies! Comment ca va? Bon. Je ca va aussie. Je suis démuni désolé de I signalant beaucoup en retard. J’ai tellement continuer dans ma vie. Celui qui peut traduire ceci est très futé ! Essai www.babelfish.com!

That’s my little French mystery of the day. Try to translate it! First one to do so gets 20 kudos!!!!! And a cyber-cookie!!! A purple one!!!! So it’s totally worth it.

So, person-who-posted-on-my-blog-about-me-being-nice, I think it’s really surprising that you say I am a nice person. Not that I am an evil person off-computer. I am exactly the same off as I am here on this blog. But I don’t know, I’m not sure if it’s just typical or if I gpt special treatment, because whenever I am in the company of my male peers, they make a point of swiftly telling me that I’m “not a very nice person”.

It’s kind of (pardon the rather dramatic use of the word) shocking. It’s like being warm, than having cold water dumped on me. It thakes alot of effort to look like people say that to me all the time. But it never happens unless I’m with a friend or two, then we see someone that they know, and I don’t. Then we all start chatting, and the person (no girls have ever done this, it’s just a guy thing, I think) will randomly tell me I’m not a very nice person. It’s perplexing and frustrating. And, it’s the only thing I don’t have a clever comeback to.

Oh, well. I don’t really know what to do about it.

I also really know what to mean about perfectness, but I’m not going to get into it, because it’s really rare that anyone would agree. Do you have a blog?

Oh. The benefit concert is today. I hope everyone can come………….

I have just suddenly hit a wall and I need to sleep.

good bye for now

Kimaya