Lunar Colony has blasted off!

your telling me

well later I got some homework to do.

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My grandmother is staying with us because my mother is at Burning Man. She’s nice, but crazy about cats. Like, literally crazy. She says right now she has ten cats, and more if you include a stray cat she’s been feeding. She lives in texas in Dell City, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The neighbors are farms, and the grocery store is an hour’s drive.

I just have a bad feeling she won’t like Katy Perry. I listen to Katy Perry all the time-almost as much as you, Kat, listen to Skrillex/Twipz.

I was reading your last comment, HB.

Oh, my eyes suck!

Whenever I see an “X” “S” or “K”, my eyes search around for the rest of it.

I can’t help it.

Oh…

It’s FanBlog time.

I’m used to it…

hello .

Lalalalalalalala…

I think I heard my sister talking about BOTDF once. I forgot when. Or why, for that matter. She’s becoming a chick and she knows it, but the important thing is, my father is clueless. My mother might be too. I think same with grandmother. Anyway, yes, I love Katy Perry. I would go to a concert but she never stops around my city, I think. Whatever.
I think I’ll listen to my soundtrack: HUmmingbird Heartbeat. I love the color of hummingbirds, and how they manage to work their wings like that, and it’s a darn catchy song.

You need a hug. Or party.
Or balloon.
or a dodo.
Here. *hug*
Why is it hug anyways?
Why not hig?

I have lost total faith in humanity.

Why do you love?
Why do you smile?
It gets quite irritating,
After a while.

Seeing your smile,
And you’re a person who’s never depressed,
Though, I am always,
Black clothing every day is what I’m always dressed.

So, I may act happy,
You never do know,
But, I hope you understand,
I don’t need you, though.

My Poptropica Secrets Story…

Katrina Love Allen, also known as Cheerful Singer from the Poptropica Secrets blog & forum has been here for a time. She was first introduced to this website by her sister, Keyshia Hope Allen, who is also known as Ke$ha. Ke$ha would make vulgar posts, cuss and say…well…interesting things. No one knew that Ke$ha was Katrina’s sister until she made a post saying that Ke$ha was her sister and that the secret was out. “I mean, it was no big deal.” Katrina said, on the subject of the relationship between her and her sister. “Ke$ha had to be one of THE biggest trolls in history on this website. And, I think, because of her, more trolls have showed up. She started a riot for attention. Sometimes, I think she’s such an attention whore. But, she gets whatever she wants, you know? Usually, I try to get back at her for her doing something to me or Matthew but, then, of course, I’M the one who gets blamed. Nothing can stop her. I remember one time, she threw out my CD and burned my ‘YES! OMG!’ t-shirt as well as my ‘I (cup) Sport Stacking’ t-shirt. I was sorta pissed off then. I tried to get back at her by throwing out the thing that meant most to her. Her ‘Metallica’ CD. I did end up doing that but, I got grounded. I was like, ‘IDGAF’ at the time but, seriously, Mang, what did I do to deserve that?” Katrina was raised in Jamaica and lived there until her sister was born. Her Father was Jamaican and her Mother Native. Her Father was abusive torwards her Mother. Katrina grew up a black girl, her sister Asian and her brother Jamaican. Keyshia grew up Asian, after her brother was born, her Mother and Father split for a few years and her Mother married an Asian man. They immigrated to Canada. Her Mother could no longer stay there after she found Katrina was diagnosed with asthma. After, her Mother and Father got back together until she was about 10. They finally split. “I remember every night I heard glasses breaking and cuss words and they always argued and I just prayed for the best.” Katrina said. “Every day, it grew worse. Well, the real hit was my Father was the only parent that made me happy at the time and then, I found out he was moving to Toronto. We were in Paris so, that was awas away and I was like… ‘Wow.’ I thought he was joking. He left in the night. I knew that because, I was awake when he left. A month later, I was still crying. He didn’t call or anything and I was still in shock. I missed him, you know?” Keyshia introduced Katrina to Poptropica Secrets since, it was no longer a cure to happiness. “One place where I could express myself…HA! DIPLO REFERENCE!” Katrina laughed. “1-0 Kat.” Katrina started to get into EDM when she found Popular Music was failing her. “Mainstream Music was all happy and stuff and had too many words and lyrics.” Katrina explained. “I got into EDM. I was on this application called textPlus where, I was doing a PJR. Yeah, I was a total nerd back then. Anyways, the text that changed my entire life was…*puts on Skrillex*. And I was like…’Who’s Skrillex?’ Yeah, I was a total Mainstreamer back then. So, I decided to go onto iTunes and look up Skrillex. So, I found More Monsters And Sprites EP. I decided to play Ruffneck (FULL flex) and I decided…I’d get more into it. So, I tried Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites and, after just a day, I was hooked. I decided to try Wikipedia. I found out everything about him. Suddenly, I was alright. DUB was my noise. I didn’t GAF anymore I just wanted to…I don’t know, find a place to fangirl. So, Poptropica Secrets was that place. It was great to me. My world now makes sense. But, we are at war.” War between the trolls, cyberbullies, et cetera has been…a success some may say but, others may say a failure.

And, that is my PopBio.

OH MY GOD! GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD….

AHHHHHH!!!

WUUUUUB WUUUUB.

http://www.mixmag.net/words/news/skrillex-to-star-in-remake-of-the-crow

I have Not Like The Movies stuck in my head. Yes, it is a Katy Perry song.
…

I read your bio, Kat. It’s amazing. And sad.
I’m sorta speechless.

I don’t know what to say, so I’m just going to say stuff I’m thinking about. Like right now I’m thinking about when I was talking to my father about having songs stuck in my head, and Katy Perry’s Part Of Me and Adele’s Rolling in the Deep got stuck over and over, and then I heard Adele singing Katy Perry’s Part of Me in my head. It was crazy.

Wow, Cheerful SInger. That’s…terrible.
Although I’m happy that Skrillex is gonna be in a movie! *claps* Nice!

@Everyone who’s mentioned this- *cheers* I’m SO happy too! I KNOW Super Villian Island will be EPIC! I’m so excited too! Can’t wait!

@Brave Star- *whistles* Woot woot! Poptropica Superstars, huh? Wouldn’t it be amazing if we BOTH made it? *wink wink*

Oh My God, I’m soaked in Coke.

F**k boredom and…

Better be soon. Probably 2014 or something.

I cannot wait 2 years.

…

Glasses broke downstairs. This happened every night. I covered my ears with my blanket and tried to sleep. My 6-year-old sister ran into my room. “K-K-K-Kat?” she asked, holding her stuffed panda. “Yeah, Keysh?” I asked. “Can I sleep with you?” I really didn’t want to let her. She always streched out on the bed, pushed me off and made sure I was one to sleep on the ground. I groaned. “Fine.” I said. Keyshia climbed into the bed right next to me and said, “Kat, I love you.” “Love you too, Keysh.” I said. She curled right up next to me and hugged me for protection. “Everything’s gonna be alright.” I said, stroking her head. “I hope so.” she said. Tears welled up in my eyes. How could a 6-year-old girl sound so sad? She was supposed to be happy and loving. Times were tough for our family. I heard a door slam outside. Then, I heard tears. Keyshia ended up crying herself to sleep.

I was first to wake up, actually in bed for once. I let Keyshia sleep. I put on some socks, my school uniform and walked downstairs to where I’d eat my breakfast. I sat at the table. It was 2008. I prayed everything would be better. I started saying Grace for my breakfast when, my brother Matt walked downstairs. He sat down at the table and stared at the wood itself. “Matt, you okay?” I asked, taking his hand. He looked at me and snatched away his hand. “I’m fine, Kat. Just fine.” he replied, quite angrily. “KAT!” My Mother yelled. She woke up. “Oh, God…” I said. “Did you…” “Yes, Mother.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t give me sarcasm.” she said. She hit my elbows. “Elbows off the table.” she said. “Oh, God, Mother.” I took my elbows off. I turned on my iPod and went to textPlus. Texts had been sent over the night. We were all in different time zones so, it was hard for us to all be on at the same time. The last text that had been sent was “Good Night”. The second last was, “Damn.” And, the first one before I went to sleep was “*turns on Skrillex*”. I was still wondering to who Skrillex was. I was too depressed to eat. My Mother looked at my plate. “Katrina, eat your damn food before it gets cold.” she scolded me. “KEYSHIA! GET THE HELL UP!” I heard the bus outside. My eyes widened. I stuffed my iPod in my bag and slung it on my bag. “Gotta go! Bye!” I said, opening the door and running outside, forgetting to close it. Right On Time. I got on the bus and sat near the middle. I hated the front and the back was too…um…uncomfortable. The bus soon loaded. School. At least, I was away from my family then. I looked in my bag. My iPod. I’d need that later. I looked at my lunch in a paper bag. I remember I packed it earlier. Pasta Salad with bacon, concord grapes, a bottle of water, a Diet Coke and $10 to buy something later. Kelly soon joined me on the seat. “How’s Kitty?” she asked, smiling at me. “Depressed.” I said, sighing. “Don’t let that depression get to your head, smile!” she said, smiling. I gave her a look like, “Seriously?” “Fine, stay depressed.” she said, slouching back. Jessie joined, Britney Spears blasting from her iPod. “Hey, JoJo!” I said. She ignored me. “Jessie?” Kelly asked, poking at her. “JESSIE!” I yelled. Kelly yelled something in Mandarin. Jessie took out her earphones and said, “Yo.” Kelly laughed. Jessie might know this. “Hey, Jessie, have you heard of, um…” I said, forgetting it already. I looked back at my hand. “Skrill…ex?” I said, with hesitation. She paused and thought. “Nope.” she answered. Awesome.

I got off the bus, ran into home, ran upstairs and slammed my door, locking it as well. I decided, I’d look up Skrillex on iTunes. Maybe, Wikipedia too. I search, my small fingers typing away at the touchscreen. It loaded. Slowly. “Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites.” I said. That’s what showed up. I tapped it, maybe give it a listen. So, I did. Quite loud, actually. Not at all what I was expecting. But…I kind of liked it. I listened to “Ruffneck (Flex)”. After a while, I had listened to the whole EP. I knew exactly who Skrillex was. I was hooked.

“N-N-N-Now Get The F**k Up.” my alarm clock rang. Bass drop. I pressed “Snooze” on my alarm clock. 10 minutes later, got the same thing. Pressed it again. This time, I got up. I wiped my eyes, got on my school uniform and packed my iPod in my bag along with my cheap, sh**ty headphones. I walked into the bathroom, did my hair and walked downstairs. Deadmau5 could be hear coming from Matt’s iPod. Soma, to be exact. I wish he would play something like, “Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff” or “Word Problems”. Anything but Soma. “Matt,” I said, punching him the shoulder. “What?” he asked, pulling his headphones to his neck. “Turn it down.” I said. “Know what makes a ton of sense?” he said, grabbing the cereal and pouring it into his bowl. “What?” I asked. “That you just LOVE Skrillex but, you HATE Deadmau5.” he said. Another smartass remark from Matt. “I never said I hate Joel.” I said, looking at the cereal. “Yeah. You never said that. But, I’m saying this now, I hate Sonny.” “I hate you.” I said, drinking my water. Keyshia woke up wearing her school uniform. “Morning, Dub-b**ches.” she said, grabbing an apple and tossing it up in the air, catching it. “What you guys talking about? Oh, I already know. Skrillax and Dead-mau-five.” She seriously irritated me. “Yeah, I said those wrong. Deal with it. I think I know exactly how your convo went. Kat, you were fangirling as normal which annoys people and, Matt, you were playing either Some Chords or Soma. I’m guessing Soma.” she said, taking a bite of her apple and sitting down at the table. “I don’t fangirl at breakfast.” I said. “Uh-huh.” Keyshia said, placing her apple on the table. “Katrina, I bet you’re thinking ‘Keyshia’s such a b**ch, because she hates on Skrillex’. Yeah, that’s what you’re thinking. And, Matt, you’re pissed off, aren’t ya? Yeah, you are. You want to get back to listening to Soma and Kat, you want to listen to Hey Sexy Lady. The remix Skrillax-” “Skrillex.” I corrected. “-did. That’s your alarm clock. You pressed it 3 times this morning as you usually do. And how do I know this? Because, you guys are too predictable.” she said with a smirk on her face. I heard Matt curse under his breath. He slipped on his headphones annd continued listening to Soma. The bus pulled up. “Keysh, your bus.” I said. “Bye, Dub-b**ches!” she said, running out the door. “Eh.” I said. “Heh.” Matt said, waving her off. About 15 minutes later, my bus showed up. “Uh, bye Matt.” I said, grabbing my bag. “Goodbye, Skrill-stepper.” he said. “Peace, mau5keteer.” And, I walked out the door and onto the bus.

This is what happened 4 years ago and then, the last day of this school year this year.

That was a longish comment, but I read it all anyway. Your life sounds pretty interesting.

I have quite…sad story.

It was basically a story of a few days ago when I got raped.

“Katrina…” “Join us…” “Katrina…” “Join us…” voices whispered in my head. They drove me insane. “Katrina…” “Katrina…” “Shut up!” I yelled. “Katrina…” “Katrina…” “Stop it!” I yelled, getting down on my knees and crying. Matt ran in. “Kat, you okay?” he asked, helping me up. “No. It-It’s too much!” I said, breaking down. I needed to quit the forum. It was drving me insane.

Sorry but, it gets too hard sometimes. Duddy doesn’t understand my life.

This HS thing is too out-of-hand. He should just confess already.

I am. So scared.

I shall tell what has happened last night.

Footsteps. Footsteps? I could hear them up the stairs. Matt’s eyes were wide open. Of course, I’d get in a ton of trouble for this but, whatever. I turned on the most intense song on Bangarang EP…Kyoto. I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. This time, they weren’t footsteps of a small girl. I could see the silhouette. It was a man. They slowly opened my door. Then, I blasted Kyoto. This didn’t stop them this time. “Hello, Katrina.” the man said. “H-H-H-How-” I tried to speak. Matt groaned. “It’s Father.” he said. “Hello, Matthew.” Father said. =D FAAAAAATHER SAAAAAID… “So, how’s your Deadmau5 CD?” Father asked. “Good. I’m getting Joel’s new one, though.” “How would it sound if I got tickets for his live preformance?” Father said, a smile on his face. “Really?” Matt exclaimed. His face lit up. “Yeah. I’m going with my Girlfriend.” he said. I kinda laughed. Matt shot me a look. Father turned to me. “Kat, how are you?” he asked. “Fine.” I answered. “I pre-ordered Make It Bun Dem EP.” he just put out there. “But, it’s not even-” “How would you feel if I told you I got tickets for With You, Friends tour?” he asked. “You’re not taking me tho.” I answered, sighing. “Actually, I am.” he answered. OH. MY. F**KING. GOD. With You, Friends was Skrill’s new tour. OH MY GOD. “YES! OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “Not too loud, Jesus.” Matt said. Nas, 12th Planet, Diplo, Pretty Lights… “How would you feel if I took you too, Matt?” Father asked. “Terrible. I hate Sonny.” he answered. He laid down. “So, the bad news, Kitty, I’m not taking you.” Father said. “I didn’t pre-order Make It Bun Dem EP. F**k, I hate Skrillex.” he said, laughing. “Then, why the hell are you here?” I asked. “Yeah, seriously, why?” Matt asked, sitting up. “Just to say hi. Bye.” he said. And left. “What the f**k just happened?” Matt asked. “I have no idea. Whatsoever.” I replied. “Father’s a Mau5keteer. That’s all I know.” Matt said. But, I heard more footsteps. I heard a glass break downstairs and footsteps. “Matt. Sleep.” I said. “Done.” he replied with wide eyes. After that, I fell asleep.

That glass had blood around the edges.

@HB: Yeah, he is.

hey now before you get mad I AM NOT POPTROPFAN im her cousin i tryed to make my own ps account but it kept saying comment waiting ,moderaition so yea and fyi she did do it she killed herself…

Two Words. United States. No love. No race.

I can’t do it. I need to fangirl.

No, it’s not. There’s nothing wrong with me.

It’s not just sad if I want to fangirl. I don’t have to fangirl. It’s not “just sad”, that’s me.

So you’re saying my personality is just sad and I’m a loser?

I don’t know, Mang. I really don’t.