Since I Have a Moment to Breath

Just in case my wonderful three followers haven't been stalking my life on Facebook I thought it was time for an update. Keeping a blog is probably not possible during the school year, (especially since I could hardly keep up with it over the summer.) Where to even start.

Well, it's completely lame that I'm on here blogging on a Friday, because I feel like I should have plans. This is the first Friday night that I haven't had plans or something to do since the school year started. Speaking of school, freshman year has been easy so far. Pullin' out all A's in all of my classes, not even any A-. Except this quarter I have P.E. so I'm gonna have to make some extra effort to get an A. We all know I'm not the most athletic. We also have to lift weights in P.E. three times a week. That is, unless you're me and you can't even lift the squat bar.

Somehow I'm still on the dance team, even with the demerit system. (You get a demerit for cussing and choice words seem to slip out of my mouth without me knowing.) We've been learning our competition routines and we start competing late December/early January in hopes of qualifying for state. We qualified for Nationals over the summer, but we can't afford to go. And we're too lazy to raise the money.

As of October 6th, I have been in a relationship for a whole year. Which makes me realize that times flies way by. As of October 23rd, I am now fifteen. You know what that means - I'm a permitted driver! My mom and dad have been risking their lives to help me practice. Although, I'm gonna give myself some credit. I think I'm decent so far. For my birthday next year I'm putting my hopes on an Infiniti G35 <3

Thanks for all the birthday wishes and Happy Halloween since I'm sure I won't be on here between now and then! Hopefully more post will be coming soon, (every once in awhile the blog comes into mind when I'm spacing out in class and I come up with ideas of things to right about.)

XOXOXOXO

My First Day of Not So Exciting High School

Well, I actually survived, with about little to no effort. Highschool isn't anything great. But, then it's not anything bad. Thankfully, I'm not easily intimidated by others or else I probably would have been a nervous wreck. (Which I thought I was going to be.) What didn't make me neavous was watching most of the other freshies scurring around like chickens with their heads cut off. I was fersure laughing in my head, and really hoping I didn't look like that. But, I'm sure everyone in highschool was like that on their first day. At least I knew some upperclassmen from dance and middle school years, or else I would of felt completely out of place.

My least favorite thing about highschool so far is not having good cell phone service anywhere near my locker. Being a phone junkie, that's a pretty big disappointment. This Verizon 3G crap my parents pay extra for each month isn't as great as the commericals say. My other least favorite thing would probably have to be my schudel. To start I have Family Consumer Sciences and my stupid fault for taking that class because it is full of slackers since it's a pretty easy class. The teacher is one of my favorites though (when we get her talking, she's a little shy.) Since I have an early birthday I got into first quarter Driver's Ed, which is super awesome since it's full of freshman who shouldn't even been freshman and should already have their licenses. Not really my crowd of people right there.

Not having to take Physical Education is rocking my high school world. Now I don't have to be sweaty the rest of the day at school. My other favorite thing is that my good 'ole lunch table from middle school almost stayed exactally the same. (Minus dear Emma Taylor.) Food and a good time always helps halfway through the day. Not to mention white people rap battles held in the samll gym after lunch and when white trash people try to start fights during lunch. It provides us all with good quality entertainment.

I would like to give my wonderful black half Trixie (AKA Shanlee Bratten) props for making my first day of better by interpretive dancing with me in the car to the one and only Justine Bieber.

Your Lives May Now Be Complete Again

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm really behind on my whole blogging thing. It's been over a month. But, in my defense I am a busy young women. I'll try to be posting more, but surely not every day or every week. That's taking it a little far and obsessed. If you're a facebook friend I'll be sure to let you know on there when I am updating. School is back in session and it is dance season so don't expect too much out of me. I am though, going to be adding more pictures to the blog. So prepare yourselves! (Katie will be very happy to see she has finally got some of her most precious artwork on here.) More coming soon! So get your panties out of a knot. (Especially you Laura Bratten :)

The Bratten Family.

Little kids always say and do the most intresting things, especially when they're raised by nosy people. Hm.. Like me! Well, one day I was just outside playing by myself. (My mom probably locked me out in the backyard so that I'd leave her alone.) I was getting bored, so I walked across my backyard to my new neighbors backyard. Apparently my parents never taught me that you're supposed to knock on the door and wait for someone to anwser it, because I walked right in and said "Hi, I'm Kara Nicholls. Who are you?" That was the day I met the Bratten Family. I was so excited that they had three girls. This meant I'd now have another friend besides WaWa. (Kaitlyn Lafrence) I was even more thrilled when I found out the middle child had the same exact name as me, even spelled the same. Turns out when my mom was having me, she had ran into Kara's mom, Laura, at the hostpital that day. From that day on, I had always played with the Bratten girls. As, we've all grown up together we still hangout. Marissa, who is the youngest, and is a year younger than me is deffinatly the outgoing one of the family. We're workout buddies, and played volleyball together in middle school. Kara, the middle child, can kick anybody's butt at Just Dance on Wii. Shanlee, ohhh.. Shanlee. She's my bestfriend out of the three, but I'm gonna have to have another blog just for her. Laura, she's the mom, we're "bffs." Anytime and everytime I'm at their house she's cleaning, it's like her passion in life. She is also protective, and gets very worried over her little babies. But, she has my vote becaue she always makes sure her house is loaded with good food to 'feed my soul.' (One day I tried convincing her that my mom won't buy us food we like because she doesn't want us to be happy.) Laura is always cooking me something good when I come over after practices to eat. We can't forget about good old Jonny, the father. He's always there to fix our computers for us, which is one of the only things my dad can't do. John also is very good at acting like a monkey, and talking like he's ghetto. That's our J Diddy. So, of course I have some good stories about times with the Bratten family, since they are my second family.

Well, since it is one something in the morning, I can't recall all the stories. (Wipe Out Mountain Dew is keeping me up, I was at a party with Shanlee earlier.) The one story that comes to mind took place in the Lowes parking lot. Did I already mention Laura was a worrier? Well, she sure is. Kara, Shanlee, Laura, and I had went shopping at the mall that day, and we wondered off. Laura wasn't happy with us after having a panic attack and searching all over for us. So while she went into Lowes to get a warrenty on her dishwasher we were given strict orders to stay in the car. So we're sitting in the car, just being bored in waiting. Earlier that day I must have ate something special, because I developed gas while sitting in the van. To avoid spontanious combution, I released my gas. It excreted and awful smell. Now, I could have been a little terd and let everyone in the car pass out from the smell, but I decided to be the nice kind person I am and open the door so the smell could be let out. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Oh, cool. Real cool. The car alarm is going off. Which sets another car alarm off. Which then sets even another car alarm off. And soon we have even more going off. By this point Shanlee and I are busting our nuts laughing. When you're gasy and you start laughing you get even more gasy, incase you didn't know that. In the midst of our outragous laughter we hear Kara crying. She gets scared of her mom when her mom isn't happy with us. So she's freaking out that her mom is gonna know what we did when she comes out to the car. She also mentioned her mom was going to hate me even more, as if her mother thought I was rowdy enough. The car alarm finally goes back off and Laura comes out to the car. We're all trying to hold in our laughter, but she doesn't get what's so funny. Come to find out she couldn't even hear the car alarms in the stores, and thought it was quite funny. Somewhere in a decatur garbage landfill is a piece of paper with the rap we wrote about the car fart on it. Always a good time with the Bratten family.

A Little Something New

Hi there everyone. So, with all the creeping on Facebook, Myspace, and Twitter people do these days, I thought I'd be lame and make a blog. Now you can have direct access to the details of my life. Don't get too excited though. I'm not gonna give away all the details. For example I don't plan on blogging about every time I poop, or how I weigh my self before and after. Because that's just too much information, only the privileged ones are allowed to know that kind of stuff. Hopefully you find it somewhat interesting. Props to my dear aunt Sara Ervin, who also has nothing better to do with her time and has a blog. She was my inspiration for this. If you know her, check it out. http://next-on-my-list.blogspot.com Or if you're just a super creep and want to, go for it. My blog isn't going to be as "I cherish life so much"ish. But, I do plan on telling of interesting things that occur throughout my summer days. Which consist of working out, tanning, and dancing. So this may not be very exciting, and if you know me well enough.. well, I never seem to keep up or finish things I start. My dad would say I'm so like my mom in this way. Of course not my sister though. We'll just have to see how long this will last, before I start feeling too stupid for making a lame blog. That's all for the introduction of this bad boy. I'm gonna go laugh at myself some more for making this.

xoxo, Kara Nicholls.