Sorry For My Abandonment

It's been a couple of weeks since I posted a blog, so I just wanted to update it. I'm writing a...synopsis thing for a novel, though it's not quite a synopsis. It doesn't really spend any time at all summarising the plot of the story; contrarily, it just describes the society in which the character lives from different aspects. Societal aspects are the most interesting, but I'm not having so much fun with the economics, and so kind of just...stopped. I'll finish eventually but...not now.

Last night, Selena and Catie came over for a Dan Banks reunion. Dan Banks is a mock newscast show that was born near the end of 8th grade. The first Dan Banks segment ever recorded wasn't actually Dan Banks, per se, but a character which inspired him. I was recording an interview with myself for an application to Comm Arts, and the reporter was a mustachio'd man with a charismatic persona. At a later time, we gave the reporter a name, and started a newscast, which is more like a drama.

The main crew is just Selena, Catie and I, though sometimes we have guests. Selena is the camera-woman, named Wakachakamaka, who has a small script but is still a tad crucial to the "plot" (which is just random bullshit). Catie changes roles, from a south Asian princess named Shapalapadingdong to the weather reporter, Sascha Bedingfield. And I am the almighty Dan Banks, a closeted yet flamboyant bisexual male reporter who has a wide array of comical facial expressions (as well as a huge collection of mustache-styles, from a huge bushy "comb" to a Hitler-esque whisker patch).

Because of communication troubles and friendship fallouts, we were unable to film a segment for over a year, but made plans to reunite. And the results? The most obscure but best Dan Banks episode yet. It is, in fact, so inappropriate and perverted that my mom knocked on the door and told us angrily to keep it down and to "have more respect", since she could hear everything we were saying and was deeply offended by it (well, isn't that the point?).

In other news, 10th grade is going to end in about a week and I'm relieved that summer is finally approaching. This summer, I think I might wear my first-ever bikini (I've just been losing weight...I seriously don't give a crap about it, but it's coming off regardless), and I will also have my first-ever job, and my first-ever car. However, it might just as well be my last-ever summer, because I might not make it out of junior year alive.

I am officially fucked, eh?

And there you have it,
Kaytee