A “Katie Story”

            To tell you the truth, I am probably one of the worst storytellers ever. My friends actually make fun of my storytelling skills because they suck. It actually started when I was around ten years old. I started telling a story and couldn’t quite remember what the point of my story was, so I started rambling. That obviously led to embarrassment. To make matters worse, after that story my best friend, Bridget, started hysterical laughing at how bad my story was. I tried to change the subject quickly so Bridget would just drop the story subject and move on. Fortunately, she didn’t realize my attempt to change the subject, so she just went along with the conversation.

            The definition of a “Katie Story” is any story that is told with no point. It only has beginning. The stories could ramble from anywhere around two seconds to forty minutes. Trust me, I would know! My stories could last forever. Another time I wasn’t only telling the story to Bridget, but also Nicole and Regina, who I have been close to for a long time. I started telling the story, and I got all hyped up to say the story and I forgot the point. Joy! So the story ended after a good, I don’t know, five minutes? They were all giving me that stare afterwards. That stare you get from your parents when you do something wrong, or that look that is anticipating more of a story to be told. Yeah, that was the look. Then Bridget started clapping. It really made no sense why she was clapping, because I told a terrible story. Then Nicole and Regina chimed in, clapping, and whistling like I had just won an award. I really didn’t think my story was good enough to get this kind of reaction from them so I kind of laughed at their reaction. Then Bridget started chanting, “Katie Story! Katie Story!” I started laughing, because I found it quite funny that my stories had a name.

To this day, I find this very funny because I have now become accustomed to this “Katie Story” business. I think I should help to spread the word, because now not only am I the only one to say a “Katie Story,” but my friends and I applaud anyone who says any type of similar story. It does happen quite often! Help spread the word. Your assignment is to go try and spread the word about a “Katie Story.” Make sure when you do hear a “Katie Story” that you go wild, crazy and applaud, and don’t worry, I know people will stare, but it is so worth it. At least I think it is….

Such a Difficult Task

My teacher assigned this project to create a blog on Tuesday. By Wednesday, we were told to have a purpose for this blog and a title. Coming up with the purpose for this blog was relatively easy. I am not writing on this blog for the sole purpose of completing this assignment in class so I could receive an A—I am writing on this blog to express life stories and feelings about people around me. However, expressing my feelings about people around me doesn’t mean that I am going to bash people, but rather to communicate to readers—whomever that might be—how I feel about a person. The feeling might be love, hate, confusion, embarrassment, etcetera…

The title for this blog took some time, though. I came up with names like, Lessons of the Alphabet, but that was way too structured for me. I love to just free write, so that was out of the question. Living Life and Breathing Air, sounded bad to me. Life as I See it is just too boring for me. I asked a few people close to me, because, naturally, they know me best. Jersey, my boyfriend of almost a year and a half, gave me the idea of doing something about my height. He said, Life From the Height of a Five-Foot-One-Inched Person. Obviously that title was way too long.  So, here we are now. I am writing my blog. The title? Small Stature, Big Beliefs. I like it, you know? It’s short and sweet, and to the point.

I have never written a blog before, so I am not really sure how this goes. I will try and keep you guys entertained with my writings, but I am terribly sorry if I bore you. It does happen often, trust me. 

Oops!

      To be honest, this wasn't going to be my first blog. My first blog was going to be all about how I came up with the title Small Stature, Big Beliefs. I thought it was pretty good, and I was all pumped up and excited to put it up and let the world read it. But, of course, today just isn't my day.
     So here is what happened:
       I had a very bad night sleep last night. At 6:25 this morning, my alarm went off, and unhappily, I turned it off. I thought that I would just get out of bed like I normally do--but, no--I fell back asleep until about 6:50, when I recieved a text that woke me up. I rushed to get ready to go to school, and ran out the door. In my hustle to get out of the house and get to school on time, I forgot to get my laptop off the charger. It wasn't until sixth period today that I remembered that I even needed my laptop.
      I was assigned this as a project on Monday, in my Creative Writing class, and by today (Friday) I was supposed to have two blogs to post on here. I had all my blogs done, proof read and everything. I was actually happy with how they came out (that doesnt happen often) and ready for Friday to come so that I could share them.
      But here I am now. I am frustrated at myself. Because of my stupidity and lack of sleep, I don't have my two blogs that I originally wrote.