Hey my name is Keisha!
I'm a sophmore and am 15 years old. I love to sing and I play piano, oboe, clarinet, and a little guitar. I am in love with Josh Groban and I love chicken alfredo pizza. I am pretty random and I love my cats. I like to knit, ski, cook, instant message people or talk on the phone, star gaze, swim, go to plays (perferably musicals of course ;) ) watch sappy love movies, do yoga, ride rollercoasters, spend time with my crazy friends, and of course shopping! I am in band (mostly oboe but occasionally clarinet) and choir (1st Soprano), marching band (clarinet but who knows next year it will probably be keys), and drumline (keys). I also love to act. Enjoy!
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Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?"
JulyFun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studyin.
Do you think this is what i am?...
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago,
When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
A thousand times - or maybe just his smile -
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine,
the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in the summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
'Cause they were painters, and they were painting themselves
A lovely world
Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running
through the orchard screaming,
'No God, don't take him from me!'
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
to remind me!'
He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my sould in this life we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real'
So many seasons came and so many seasons went
and many times she saw he love's face watering the flowers,
talking to the trees and singing to his children,
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
and how he seemed to laugh along, an how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying
'Cause they were painters, and they were painting themselves
A lovely world
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago,
When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
A thousand times - or maybe just his smile -
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas still follow
Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
A lovely world
Simon and Garfunkel-Sound of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while i was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams i walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light i saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
"fools" said i,"you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that i might teach you,
Take my arms that i might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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Sunday, March 20, 2005
wow its been awhile.... um what to write. well drumline's almost over. we only have one more show- finals on the 2nd. its been a really good season as far as like funness (funness?) but we havent done well at all as far as winning. but oh well thats rocori i guess. um new play- our town. but i got stuck with the crappy parts. oh well - less work for me i guess! umm oh yeah- new york in 25 days!!!! yay! so hopefully those 25 days will go by really fast because i'm really busy! we have finals one weekend and will be having an overnighter! yay! and well next weekends easter so that will be a nice five days off. we have clc one day. and oh yeah i forgot i wont have a job for like a month. um what else.... well we have these night practices for band and choir for new york so that takes up some time. oh and then lol for the summer play this year - anything goes- they are offering tap lessons so yeah i'm taking those too. its sooo much fun you dont even know!!! ummmm what else... oh lol my uncle went to jail today! haha exciting! whatever. thats pretty much it in a nutshell.... i've really got nothing else so ciao!
-keisha
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
hmmm... so yesterday we started new classes and guess what? they suck! woo fricking hoo.. oh well thats life i guess. lets see... today i had an audition for the spring play. me and katie tryed out together and we totally rocked. yeah i know i have a lot of confidence today! thats good!... umm- we have a bio quiz tomorrow. lol i have like litterally nothing. drumline show on sunday- its gonna be great!... ok gonna go. man this is so short!
-keisha
Posted at 10:02 pm by musicforkeke
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Monday, March 07, 2005
ok way at the bottom before ... the bold or not bold thing... i dont know what happened but for some reason it didnt go the way i wanted it to. Thank God for Tim who pointed it out. it kinda scared me a little because the one about cutting myself was bold and i freaked out!! so just to let you know i havent ever done anything like that.... but right now as i am typing my hand is asleep and its really creeping me out so i am going to go
-keisha
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Sunday, March 06, 2005
mm so so so sorry i havent wrote in awhile. its just that i keep trying to update and then something comes up and i cant finish writing. so here we go - i'll just do a recap of the weekend. friday night- ugh it was pretty boring. it was my brother jakes bday and both of my brothers had a wrestling tournament (sp?) and o my goodness was it boring. but then out of the blue Brady showed up and then we went exploring! how wonderful. then after that we went to fridays to celebrate (dont ask how they did cuz i dont know ! lol i'm such a good big sister) and yay! hott waiter matt was there. he is like our permanent waiter since we always go there. anywho... the service was really bad and slow so we didnt get out for forever. and i was really really tired!!!! then yesterday i just found some time to recooperate and then i worked from 4-7. then lol kacey, ashley and i wanted to go to the basketball game at halenbeck hall in st. cloud. well with kacey's good sense of direction we made it there in about an hour. lol sorry for making you sound like a bad driver kc! but anyways we finally found it and then we just decided that it wouldnt really be worth going to since a whole hour had passed. soooo we went to a movie. man of the house. pretty good. then i went home and slept. today i woke up and went and worked at the band breakfast and then we had the yamjam. i did two duets- one with megan cruz (it went really well! and we added a harmony last minute and it sounded even cooler!) and the other with spencer wander again which also went really well. then after that i went to work for a couple hours and came home. then i watched our town again because the audition is tomorrow!! yay! and here i am. tomorrow i have drumline and possibly even gym time... so it could be a long one. and of course its going to be extra super long and boring because of the new trimester dealio. oh well... thats life i guess! hmm well thats about it for now.... .i'll blog in a few ____________ !
-yours truly
-Keisha
Posted at 09:57 pm by musicforkeke
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Saturday, March 05, 2005
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
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The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Posted at 03:32 pm by musicforkeke
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Daddy
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time --
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You --
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two --
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
ok just to let you know.. i dont have anything against my dad.. i love him very much. i just stumbled upon this poem today and i really thought it was extremley good. sylvia plath is i think one of the best poets out there! and she also wrote this poem before she killed herself with cooking gas. she also had two kids.. .how sad. well hope you enjoyed the poem and got as much out of it as i did...
peace
-keisha
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The moment i wake up... i reach for my smiley face cup! wayne brady i miss you!
alright.. so its been a couple days. a couple rough days i should say. i honestly dont think this week could get any worse! ok this entry is going to be strictly happy thoughts. because i'm really sick of being mad so I will make myself happy. and actually i'm not in that bad of a mood right now. we have pep band tonight and we (drumline) are performing for the halftime show and the keys are playing the national anthem. so woot! i'm excited. and i'm not kidding! well maybe a tiny bit but whatever we got to do it i guess. so its tuesday and yay! friday is the end of the term. i really dont have any big finals either. just a few tests.. 4 i think yeah. wait lol thats all my classes! aah i got to study some! crap. so this new trimester wont be that bad but i am really not looking forward to german with frau.... ugh. or bio with aageson or whatever his name is. i had him last year and all he cares about is football. maybe i could talk tulki into letting me be in his class- just because i am his neighbor he might go for it. oh well - only one trimester left!!!! hip hip hooray! hmmm.... what to write about.... ok theres really nothing... so i will write later when something good comes up!!!
later
-keisha
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