Author: kayleenisalwaysright

The hardest thing, like, on the planet for me is being on time.

And I mean that by trying to be on time, without a gigantic clock staring at me in the face.

I know the boys complain about the lack of time for reading the book, Scalpel and the Silver Bear, but, man, the girls are the ones you should feel sorry. Not ONLY did they have to read the book, but we’ve got to make and finish a shawl by Saturday.

Have you ever made a shawl?

Mine from last year is STILL UNFINISHED.

But anyway, I’m working on my shawl right? With Jenna and Shea in their dorm, and the plastic needle is too giant for my teeny-tiny holes in there, and I hear my phone go off for a text message, and I turn it on and…

We’re not even out of the door, and we’re nine minutes late for our next class.

And yeah… that ended up happening like two more times. I think I ran a full mile today.

Dude, I was, and still am, wiped.

I apologize to Mr. Ramak Fazel, you’re a great photographer and speaker, for repeatedly dozing off and then jerking back up; I had an actual reason why I did.

I’m on Indian Time swag, and it is SO NOT FUN.

 

Let’s see, what else… we did stories today. We did story-telling class, and I had to be the main character, Owl, and I am fine if you ask me to act something out, I’m okay with that…

But, dude, I STINK AT IT.

I’m shocked anyone even laughed at my acting. I thought ya’ll would be looking at me like I had a third hand attached to my half-sunburned forehead.

(no, really… HALF of it is sunburned. just half.)

 

And then, Gina (and Jackie), I love you, but, honey. I look awful in every picture I have ever taken, so I will continue to make faces at the camera. My mentors have taught me well. If that’s going to happen, I might as well intentialy make it look awful.

 

Annnnndddddd…

Eeyup.

I think I covered it all: Indian time stinks, I stink at acting, and my pictures will always have me puffing out my cheeks and giving you the stink eye.

Consider my low-self esteem relatively heightened.

 

(Okay, first of all, this is ALL about Chumash, so its REALLY LONG cuz I’m too lazy to write this all separately. Just keep scrolling down, maybe skim a bit, it’s okay, the posts you’re looking for are probably after mine.)

We just came back from Chumash yesterday!

…

Actually ignore that exclamation point, I’m really sad about that.

I made lots of friends there; Lea, Tima, Sarah, Cat (or is that with a K?), Uncle Johnny, Uncle Mati, Grandma Georgina, and many others who I love, but I’m scared of misspelling their name.

We ate together, complained together about being tired, laughed at each other’s fails, hugged, and everything together.

And you know what? We were even all up together at 5:30 AM every morning for Sunrise ceremony.

Man, if waking up at 5:30 every morning to try to raise the sun, when you don’t have to, doesn’t say something to you, then I don’t want to say anything to you.

And the one thing I miss more than the people is the food. I am DEAD SERIOUS; I miss the bacon more than the people. If we can go back, just to eat their for meals, I’ll be happy.

(except maybe the cooks, auntie nina and lulu, right? i’d be just as happy)

It’s just, ugh, you can tell when love is made into your food. Pitzer’s food is good, especially compared to other college food, but the food at Chumash was made with such love, I’d go in starving, and leave, full, only by eating a quarter of the plate.

And of course, as soon as I said that out loud, everyone yelled about why didn’t I give my food to them rather than to the trashcan as we rode on home. THAT is how good it is, my goodness.

I got to be helpful the last day too. I love being helpful, as long as I’m not in the middle of something, but always feel free to order me around, because I love nothing more than “thank you”s. I helped Uncle Johnny make handwritten copies of our song we made; helped make like 40 or more prayer ties; and then I got to go and run around and get people food or hand them napkins and forks. I love being helpful. Love iiitttttttt.

I know a lot of people loved surfing, you can read about that anywhere else. Let me just say; rode a board for five minutes with an instructor, fell off, went straight back to boogie boarding. Boogie boarding was the bomb. I loved it.

I felt like I just climbed up Mount Everest every time I got to ride a wave without being dunked. I just couldn’t stop squealing every time I did it, because I stink at swimming, so I was really glad I was able to go out so far and feel so safe.

‘Course, Jenna, Shea, and Caprilla (I MISS YOU GIRL. BABY, COME BACK.) were there to watch my back and to laugh at each other when we’d get dunk and eat sand.

I don’t know if sand is high in protein or fiber or something, or about how beautiful my sunburns everywhere there wasn’t a wetsuit make me, but the beach definitely wasn’t my favorite. (But at least it made my feet not so pale. I was getting tired of people pointing at my bare horribly white feet, and saying “I LOVE your socks, Kayleen.”)

And the drumming sessions, I loved that; that is and always will be my favorite part. Learning and making songs, which I cannot remember, I helped to copy down like 15+ copies of it, handwritten, and it still did not stick… Singing the song about John Wayne’s teeth are they false? are they real? are they plastic? are they steel?. Listening to Lucas and Michael be funny as they just bounced off each other, you both are just hilarious, don’t let anyone tell you different. Doing sync-ups with them, even if Michael’s goal would be to make me mess up and get embarrassed, just because it makes him laugh. Watching Christa and Jenna dance to them, or sing along, even if all they wanted was powwow songs and I didn’t know any. Especially in the dark when the fire was nice and warm… Man, that was the best.

I have a horrid singing voice; I’m just glad it’s too soft for anyone to hear it and make comments about it like my “socks”.

Uhhhh…

…and I think that’s it.

Oh! No! PEOPLE WHO ARE BORED ENOUGH TO READ THIS: WAAAIIITTTT.

I met my true love over there.

He’s so good to me, I swear to gawd, I love him SO MUCH.

I miss him the most.

Here’s his picture:

 

Doesn’t he have the prettiest rolls you’ve ever seen~?

My name is Kayleen Knapp. I’m a member of the Ohlone, Seneca, and Tubatulabal tribes, and am in the Eagle, Turtle, and Bear Clans.  In September, I will be 16 years old, and entering my Sophomore year of high school, graduating with the class of 2016. My family consists of eight in total; two boys and two girls from my fathers first marriage, my two unoffically brothers,  and my brother and me from my father’s second marriage.  I’m the baby of our family of eight, the oldest being in her fifties. And if you can tolerate my not-funny jokes and references, I will shower you in love and hugs, I swear to gawd.

Oh dear lord, can someone please tell me whose idea was it to have us kids running around until 10 at night, have homework to do (The Scapel and the Silver Bear and, for the girls, finishing our shawls), and then get up at six. As long as you skip the homework, you get a healthy eight hours of sleep, right?

But you can’t keep not doing your homework.

So some nights you get, like, seven hours of sleep if you just work for an hour, but most of the time, you get less. Personally, I’m up until, like, midnight, so I get literally six hours if I wake up at 6:00 AM. And then there’s some of the boys who get up at, like 5ish in the morning (how do you guys get SLEEP???).

Someone please explain this to me.

And don’t you dare mention our free time, because more often than not, we don’t have any because when we go to Western, we don’t have any because the car trips there and back take up all of the time.

You guys, I’m seriously still stuck on chapter three, because of how long the chapters are! I love the book, I promise I do, but I just have no time to actually read it unless I want to multitask and eat while I do it and be anti-social. I’m going to have to pull all-nighters to catch up, I swear to gawd. And don’t even get me started on the shawls. I still have mine from last year unfinished.

 Now you know my inner shaaaaaammmmeeeeeeeeee.

 

Hiiiiiiii, I’m Kayleen. You know, that sleepy kid who gets to go home at the end of the day instead of to a dorm. I was here last year, still creeping around…

Don’t look at my past posts.

Don’t look at this post.

I can tell you’re reading this.

Just go.

….

If you’re still reading this because you’re a gangsta and feel the need to rebel; that’s cool. You go do that. Read my blog to death. Because you break the rules. Here’s everything I was going to talk about anyway.

If you’re reading this because you’re bored or you have to, just go to the next one, I know you don’t care.

And if you just are here cuz you’re curious because I’m such a weird kid and you’re just going “What am I reading…”.

Well then you need to sort out your life.

I’m a derp.

I’m just a lame derp.

Go read other people’s semi-cool blogs.

Today, I am just creeping around.

Talking. Somewhat.

I napped during dinner.

I napped during meditation, I felt so relaxed.

I talked some more. Acted like a lame nerd.

Just ignore me, that’s fine.

I’m that level-one pixie dwarf you only play with on video games until you can get that crazy cool warrior guy with the high HP.

…Yes I have low self-esteem, what makes you say that? It’s so down low, it wins every limbo game.

I’m somewhat funny.

I’ve been told.

Not really.

I’m not really funny.

Just go to the next post.

You know you want to.

Do you really want to be friends with this:

I thought not.

Last day of Pipeline-

other people: OMGEEEEE, I’LL MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH!! :’)
me: see you later, my lil’ chizz-erinos

 

hahahai’msolieing,i’llprobablybecryingthehardesthahaha

 

So yeah.

Leaving Pipeline.

One more day to go.

But that’s okay, if I pretend that it’s in two more weeks, I’ll be fine~

And as I say that, I keep thinking of the lyrics:

“if today was your last day,
“and tomorrow was too late,
“could you say goodbye to yesterday?”

 

Oh, snap, crackle, pop, I’m gonna’ make myself cry…! q^q

And I’m gonna’ cry so much that’ll I drown in them and die and go to heaven and all that chiz–!

And when I do die, remember this if nothing else:

IT WAS THE BUTLER IN THE BATHROOM WITH A SPOON.

//runs off into the sunset.

–Kayleen,…
The random chick writing this chizz.

Love you guys!

This will probably be the only serious post I’ll ever post so…

Cherish it!

–Kayleen, the “WHY SO SRS? >} ” Chick

See how there’s no P in the pool? LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY.

//shotforcorny-ness.

Anyway~ Yesterday we went Dr. Rega’s house! It was SO MUCH FUN, YOU SHOULD’VE BEEN THERE.

First of all there was the pictures- Dr. Rega has posters and thank-you notes from everybody in my favorite movies (Spirit of the Wind, Totoro, How to Train Your Dragon, Lilo & Stitch, and more 😀 ). Then she had an entire plate of DC and Marvel Comic legos.
Me and Jana stayed there and named each of the characters of the plates, squealing the entire time. such comicbook fangirls, we are We also had “Batman in Arkham City”, the X-Box version, that I watched Jana play. since i has zero video-game skillz, i didn’t play xD

Then. There was Mikey. My mortal enemy.
He did not bring swim trunks to the pool, so, I suggested coughforcedcough that he borrow a pair from Mr. Rega. HE TOOK SO LONG THOUGH. And theeeeeen, I was told there was food. SO just when I went outta’ the pool, Mikey went in.

Mikey was not happy that I came out.

And that is how the bloodshed started. The persistant Michael’s Military Militia went against the awesome the Kayleen Gangsta’ Krew. Unfortently, more then half the pool enjoyed batteling against Michael’s Militia and was horribly outnumbered and I was horriably hungry, so we called a truce.

Sorta’.

Kinda’.

Whatever.

xP

TODAY’S LESSON:
DO NOT ANGER A HUNGRY KAYLEEN. D<

–Kayleen the Water Warrior

I got to go to a garden, again! I love going to gardens!  And for the first time, EVER, we got to go without having to do any free labor! :’D I was so friggin’ happy at that. Of course, Jessie and Micah throwing me outta’ the car was not cool, but whatever.

I love it here. Usually, my once-a-month sweatlodge at Dr. B’s house is my only Native Proud area to go to, and during the summer, we stop in fear of causing a fire.
Now I got a new place to hang out with my Native peeps!
I got a place to freely express my culture!
To learn about new ones!
And share snuff!
hahahaha, “snuff” x3
See yah’ white bread neighborhood! Nya! I AM NOT ALONE!! MY CULTURE IS NOT DEAD YET! >D

the power has all gone to my head now
please beware.

AAAANNNNNYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS.

Okay. Talking ’bout my mentors. My main mentor is Mariah. Mariah is weird: she’s the immature big sister one minute, the mature mother of the dorm the next. Not nessacarily a bad thing, but STIIIIILLLLL MAAAAAAAN.

There’s Alejandro. Whose name I have no idea how to spell.  He is funny, and he drives the party car we call “Moby Dick” cuz it’s a giant white car. And Moby Dick is a giant white whale. Hahahaha, we’re so clever.

There’s Manny, who apparently thinks I’m hilarious but doesn’t like to spin with me. He’s cool. But I like spppppiiiinin’ man. I like spining. ;~;

There’s Camryn, whose a hippie. Sorta’. Kinda’. She’s a hippie that’s not a hippie, let’s go with that. Plus, she’s wicked good at taking out splinters. One of her most favored talents voted by the ever-so-awesome Kayleen.

There’s Nick, who has hair like Tintin. (http://blog.neonmonster.com/wp-content/uploads/tintin11.jpg) I don’t talk to Nick that much, but he’s the main DJ of the Moby Dick ride and picks out good songs, so I like him for that and his hair at the very least! 😀

NOW I’M GONNA TELL YA’LL ABOUT OUR PHOTOGRAPHER-PERSON-THING, CALLED MICAH.

Micah, in the most simplist terms, looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. (http://www.drawinghowtodraw.com/stepbystepdrawinglessons/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/shaggy-400×400.png), but with, you know, a bun/ponytail thing going on. I looooove bugging Micah.

Well, maybe not bug, but I’m a little sister, so I see everything I do as bugging my peeps. But I do like bugging my friends. So whatevs and chizz. 😀

 

gossip girl theme song starts playing in my head.

 

Nuuuuuuu, bad music, baaaaaaad!!! //flails around arms in tears.

 

Signed, The Angry Hockey Shirt-Wearin’ Troll,
Kayleen

Oh snap, crackle, pop, I FOUND COMICBOOKS.
Yesterday, we went all organic and chizz and went to the Farmer’s Market. Afterwards, we got bored. Like every other single human being on this planet.

personally, i’m bored of being bored, if that makes sense xD

So we went to the Packing House. It was a building where we used pack up citrus and lemons and stuff, but it got remodeled so there’s stores everywhere. We went there- OMGEEEEEEE THERE WAS A COMIC BOOK CONVENTION-THING THERE.

I fangirled so hard when I bought a $3 pin of Batman, I would’ve won the million on “America’s Funniest Home Videos”. So, pretty hard. xD

I was raised by Batman and Spiderman as a kid, so, if that tiny convention wasn’t heaven, I don’t wanna’ go 83

However. I did almost die- I mean get seriously maimed and/or injured.
They were shaving Mikey’s head and U was hanging out with my waffle ball on the balcony right underneath them, and they dropped a shaving cream bottle that almost hit my head.

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS. I LOVE YOU TOO.

–Kayleen the Nerd