Hey guys, it’s me, Kyra.

Remember me? Because I barely do. Why didn’t any of you tell me high school was going to wear me out so much?

Anyway, hopefully once I get back into the swing of things I’ll be updating this blog much more regularly. So, I’m here today to ask of you lovely people about your favorite book. Why do you like it? How many times did you cry? Exactly how much did it ruin your life? Does this post already have too many questions?

I’m going to need all of this for my next post, so fire away! I, on the other hand, am going to go take a nap.

I’m Poor and I Like Everything

I have a serious issue you guys. I’m completely, wholeheartedly, unironically obsessed with indie designers. For some reason, I’ve recently found myself doing more and more reading into/fawning over indie designers and labels. This is becoming and issue because I’m a high school freshman with little to no income. Part of my problem is that I have an innate ability to develop an obsession in almost no time at all. Which is probably the explanation for the obscene amount of time I spend on the internet. So, here are some designers/labels I’ve loved for a while or recently (within the past 5 minutes), enjoy!

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High School Is Making Me Uncomfortable

I start high school on Monday. 

Depending on whoever is reading this, you could be thinking a lot of things right now (like, how old is this girl?). Some of which may be:

"High School! Oh, joy! The best four years of your life where in which you peak as a person and gain almost nothing socially or acedemically! It’s going to be so much fun."

Or, more likely since this is on the internet:

"Good f—-ing luck. You’re going to hate everyone and everything for the next four years and then feel unprepared for the rest of your life."

These kind of mixed reactions are the exact reason I’m terrified of high school. I have no idea what to expect, which is the single most horrifying thing about any new experience. We live in a culture full of contradicting opinions on high school, the general consensus being that it’s probably going to suck. So, get over yourself and deal with it. 

My question is there ever going to be a definitive answer on what to expect from high school, or are there too many differences between people’s individual experiences? Am I just going to have to deal with the fact that I’m probably never going to know the answer and get over myself because all this worrying isn’t going to help and I need to stop now before I spiral out of control like my mother said I was going to? Or like I just did. 

Writing Is A Serious Issue

At least, it is for me. 

All my life, I’ve always had the desire to write. It’s always been something I could look at and tell myself that I could do it. That I wanted to do it. Time and time again I would convince myself that, yes, tonight will be the night I start my story. I’ll just sit down and the ideas will flow, it’ll be amazing. Writing can’t be that hard, can it? People do it all the time. People do it as their jobs.

I’m really such an idiot sometimes. 

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Elitist Fans: Or, You’re Embarrassing Yourselves

Dear Anyone Who’s Ever Used ‘Well I liked (insert thing here) first!’ In An Argument On the Internet or Otherwise-

Please stop. Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean this, you’re making a fool of yourself. Who told you that liking something first is the equivalent to liking something the most? Because it really isn’t. Not at all actually. Liking a thing from it’s ‘beginning’ doesn’t make you any bigger a fan than someone who has recently discovered the thing. Be it a band, tv show, book or whatever. 

Let me prove my point in  a metaphor. Let’s say you’ve never tasted an apple before. One day, you’re walking along minding your own business when all of a sudden you see a street vendor selling apples. You think, ‘Hey! That looks interesting, maybe I’ll try it,’ so you buy the apple . Then you realize that you really like apples. So, you spend the next few days eating nothing but apples and reading up on all the different kinds and basically learning everything you can. After a while, apples kind of become a pretty typical part of your life. However one day you go out to lunch with a friend and they tell you all about these ‘apple things’ they’ve discovered and how magnificent they are. 

Now, this next part could go one of two ways. 

A nice, normal fan would be excited that their friend likes apples too. They’d ask them what their favorite varieties are and talk about all the wonders of apples. 

An elitist fan, however, would react much differently. They’d probably ask where they heard about apples and when. An elitist fan wouldn’t be very happy that their friend had found apples too. The reason? Well their friend didn’t find out about apples as early as they did so their opinion is automatically invalidated. 

Now, that doesn’t make much sense, does it? 

In the end, it shouldn’t matter when someone starts liking something. Be it at the end or the beginning or whenever the thing reaches it’s peak popularity, it doesn’t matter. Because if you really love this thing, you’ll want as many people as possible to love and appreciate it too. 

An Introduction

It’s 11:42 and I’m listening to Christmas music. It’s August. 

I’m really not going to think about how I got here, because it’ll just depress me. It’s late, and late is just when I do my best writing. So, I’m going to do my very best to make my first post an introductory one. Yikes. (I’m so sorry)

Hey there, I’m Kyra.

My birthday is December 25th, so, I’m either the next messiah or it was a conicidence. The jury’s still out on that one. The fact that I was born on Christmas says a lot about me as a person, I’m just not exactly sure what that is.  I’m not entirely sure why I opened with the Christmas thing, I’m sort of regretting it now. 

I like to think of myself as an interesting person. That’s probably really wishful thinking, but hey, a girl can dream. Things I enjoy include, but are not limited to, J.D. Salinger novels, BBC America, movies with Tim Robbins in them and grossing my mother out when I eat spinach.  I’m awfully sarcastic and I think I’m funny so I’m really very sorry in advance. 

Honestly, I’m not sure what I want to accomplish with this new blog. Maybe it’s an outlet to develop my ‘creativity’ (it’s in italics because there is no concrete proof that I have much of that yet), or maybe it’s a tool I’ll use to procrastinate learning Photoshop. Either way, this is a thing that’s happening. 

I guess.