Kitty Wilde. 17 years old. Head Cheerio. I'm going to keep this short and sweet. I'm Kitty Wilde and if you've found this little blog of mine that means you're either a) someone I deem worthy enough to view my little slice of Heaven, or b) a creepy ass stalker that needs to look up the word boundaries in the dictionary and click the red button in the top corner of your screen. Soon to be the Captain of the Cheerios, I will follow in the footsteps of the incredible Quinn Fabray, excluding that horrible life choice she made. No, I'm not talking about the baby, I'm talking about the Glee Club. A home for losers and lezzies, you'll never find me in that choir room. Now I know you all seek my guidance, but I'm cutting this intro short. I have more important things to do, and if you really care I'm sure you'll all be creeping on this blog. Click the follow button, you know you want to. Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.
Well when you’ve got more important things to do than listen to the radio all day, it’s easy to miss those kinds of things. Not that it really sounds like I’m missing out on anything.
The point of my statement was that you don't have to listen to the radio constantly to know her music, because it's literally everywhere. She might be adorable annoying and have more ex boyfriends then she has dresses, but her last album was actually pretty great, so you are missing out.
I'm telling you all now so I don't hear complaints midway through the week when everyone is still running around like headless chickens to find a song, but I'll be singing Blank Space. If anyone was thinking of taking that song, tough luck.
There’s nothing wrong with being overly positive Kitty. You should try it sometimes! It’s amazing to always be so happy and share the cheer. We’re Cheerleaders, anyhow, not sad-leaders. You have to stay positive!
Still, you should save the cheerleading for the football field and try the quiet game during school hours. And just because I'm not smiling so hard I'd make a clown uncomfortable, doesn't mean I'm not positive.
Turns out I don’t know any Taylor Swift songs other than the one we can’t do so who wants to pair up with me for this week’s assignment? Obviously you can pick the song, so long as it’s not lame.
I'm pretty sure she pays radio stations to play at least four songs from each of her album on repeat for months at a time. How can you only know Shake It Off?
I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to be aiming to come off as attractive, but don’t we all have our not-so-pretty moments? It’s only human. As of two seconds ago, sure. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kitty Wilde. So are you in glee club too?
No. I literally wake up flawless, like Beyonce. You've been here since school started and you don't know the names of all the Cheerios? Does your hair act as a soundproof helmet? Because that's the only logical explanation for why your just hearing of me now. I am. Are you?
I didn’t ‘call for my mommy’. I’m pretty sure I blacked out before I had the chance to call for any help… I think I learned my lesson, I won’t be busting a move in the shower ever again. I’m Ryder, by the way. Ryder Lynn.
Blacking out doesn't help you're argument, or make that image any more attractive. I hope you know that. Kitty Wilde, but I'm sure you already knew that.
I thought it was funny, like maybe it made someone’s day brighter or something. I’m sure you got a good laugh outta it. Oh god, I hope not. That just sounds like it would hurt a lot. I don’t want damaged retinas on my conscience.
While the idea of you naked isn't horrible, the image of you tangled up with your long limbs on the floor of your shower while calling for mommy isn't exactly a turn on either. Then don't dance around naked in your shower, Bieber.
My shoes? That seems to be the reason why everyone is joining. I guess people care more about winning than music itself. But uh yeah. Hopefully we’ll win again this year.
Yes your shoes. I haven't actually taken the time to look at them, but I can bet based on those outfits you choose to wear they're nothing special, and probably look like they were fished out of the bargain bin at Walmart. Because winning is everything. Do you ever see trophies for losers? No. We will. Losing isn't an option. And honestly it's not even a possibility with the amount of talent the Cheerios is bringing to this dirty choir room.
Of course. My sister and I don’t waste our times either and with the talent exploding out of our bodies, it’s honestly no surprise that we’re going to get another National championship on top of Cheerios!
I mean, Mr. Hudson’s totally our ticket to win since he was on the team last year and they won. I won’t even waste my time thinking about us not winning because I’m not about that negative lifestyle!
Speaking of you and your sister, and you're overly positive lifestyle. Now that I'm forced to deal with you two not only at Cheerios practice, but Glee Club rehearsal, I'm going to need you take your excitement level down to a five. And believe me when i say I'm doing this for everyone's sake.
Pro Tip: Do not try and dance in the shower when you don’t have one of those special anti-slip mat thingies, you will fall and hurt yourself and then have to explain to your mom what that ‘high pitched shriek’ she heard was all about.
The fact that you felt the need to post this is beyond me, seriously, no one needs that mental image. I just hope and pray that shower of yours isn't one enclosed by glass, otherwise your poor neighbors might have to wash their eye out with bleach.
Is this little show choir loser club really the only thing people talk about around here? And not even just mentions of it, novels. It’s almost sad how pathetic that is, you guys really need to get out more.
I’m taking it a lot of people are surprised? Though I know there were Cheerios in Glee club in the years past, so it really shouldn’t be all that surprising.
It's surprising because as of last year Glee Club was literally lower then the dirt cake on those tragic shoes you choose to wear. But I'm a winner and the Glee Club are now National champs, which is exactly why I'm here. And to follow in the footsteps of one Quinn Fabray, except for that God awful decision of her's to have sex and get pregnant by a loser with a mohawk, obviously.