Perfect yarn

I almost forgot! My wonderful dear lively mother bought me, what I hope will be, the perfect yarn. I have had this vision of THE perfect project for a very dear friend of mine & I have been looking for the yarn for quite a while. My mother & I finally found a person who sounds like she can understand what I am looking for so she will hand dye (yes I did just say hand dye) the yarn to my specific colors AND if it doesn't knit out the way I want it to she will redo it for me. That's awesome!! I really cannot wait for her to get it. I have a feeling that this project is a little more then just my doing & the person it's for will really, really like it. It's just a theory but I will wait and see.
When I get it, in about a month or two, I will take and post pictures but until then we shall all wait.

Her website is www.sisyarn.com so don't be afraid to check it out.

With love,
♥Kay♥

Tatting

I learned what needle tatting is!! I found out it's pretty much kind of like embroidery. It's really small stitches with one needle and thread and it's kind of complicated but I think I got it. I've had SOOOO much fun!!! We had a wonderful time and learned many things and we loved it. I'm tired so I'm gonna go but I have church in the morning so we'll see what happens.

♥Kay♥

Who Am I?

I'm...
A daughter,
A sister,
A best friend,
A student,
A supporter,
A learner,
A teacher,
A confused teen,
A bad influence,
An honor roll "mega-nerd",
A dog lover,
A church/God obsessed freak,
A spunky, outgoing rocker,
And an imperfect human being.

I am Kay Murillo and that's all I will ever be.

I am who I am & that's all I am.

♥Kay♥

Headache

You have absolutely no idea how difficult it is to come up with and type an essay for a music scholarship. I don't know why I deserve the thing I just want to get the money so I can take the lessons, why? Because I want to become better, why? Because maybe if I can increase my talents early on it will pave the road for a degree in musical theater. SO, I'm still trying to figure out how to end my opening paragraph. >.<

Sad Poem

A very sad, depressing poem. Mother, you don't want to read it.
But first, an anagram like thing.

People-oriented
Anger beyond reason
Inner feelings with no meaning
Nowhere to run to

The Life Before Death

Stuck inside a world I hate,

anger and frustration on my plate,

piling up like land fills,

running into me forming hills

of hurt & pain I can't endure,

screaming that I want no more.

"Mercy! Mercy!" is my cry.

I hear a laugh as they stand by.

My pain, my fear, for the world to see

as I slowly die in envy.

I wish I could live the life of anyone,

who didn't have to know they are now done.

The life I dream is a life now passed,

as the chamber is filled with gas.

I don't know what it was I did,

but I'm in what looks like a jar with a lid.

I can't see, I can't breathe, as my head spins,

I'm near a stone wall, propped up on some bins.

I can't stay here long, it's getting dark,

my head hits the wall and I feel a spark.

Closing

I see the light, I'm going now,

my eyes flutter close, I begin to bow,

my head falls aside, my jaw goes slack,

I don't think I'm ever coming back.

100th post

Oh, happy birthday Mom!

*woot woot* My 100th post. Pretty cool I guess. Idk, depends on how you look at it. Everything depends on how you look at it. Like this part of a poem. Well I guess it's a poem but it's freeverse and barely makes any sense. It's not finished yet & I'm probably not going to finish it either just because it's kind of confusing and requires me to be in the same mood I was at the time of writing it, in which I'm not in sooooo...


WARNING: don't read if your in a good mood & don't think this is somehow about me. It's not.

hatred, fear, pain, hurt,
sorrow, depression, sadness, guilt,
we hide the feelings that turn us insane,
we cover this with a smile not felt.

we show no fear to anyone,
for their thoughts didn't matter anyway,
we cover it all with shows and things
pretend it didn't happen,
lose the memories.

hopes, dreams, courage, happiness,
all go together like leaves on a plant,
they stick around forever and always,
until some one comes and plucks it off
alone it dies.

sad, apart, and alone.

Saturday

And then it rained.

♥Kay♥