Keltie Knight's Blog
Since I moved to LA I have been directly in the middle of hobnobbing with all the biggest stars. I stood behind Drew Barrymore at Whole Foods, I saw Sophia Vergara at Soho House, I got a manicure beside Britt Robertson in the valley. You know...typical LA stuff. You know that moment when all the jealousness comes inside you and you say something like “they were totally not as pretty in real life”
I hate to break it to you, but all of these people were even hotter in real life. For all of you who don’t live in LA- fear not! Skype has enlisted a major babe to cyber meet you- and he is from one of the best shows on tv- Pretty Little Liars, and he has awesome hair, he's going to be all yours to interview...and I could go on, but I have to go and set my tivo.
There is only one thing better than watching Pretty Little Liars, and it is getting up close and personally interviewing one of the stars!
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Pssssst.... I have some very exciting news.....
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After MONTHS of working on it, and putting it together, I am proud, happy and stoked to announce that Rockettes, Rockstars and Rockbottom is now an AUDIO BOOK!
That's right, you can download the audiobook ANYWHERE in the world, and listen to ME read you my book, on a plane, in your car, on a trip or while you work out!
I am so thrilled that this has come together, I love audiobooks- I know most of you have signed up for the FREE CHAPTER of the audio book on my facebook page, and have already had a taste of this awesomeness!
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Dear Tom Gabel (and you),
You are the lead singer lead singer of Against Me! and have just announced to your fans that you will be transitioning into a woman. I know that this involves a ton of courage and scrutiny, and some serious laser hair removal. I cannot tell you which will be more painful (but seriously laser hair removal is PAINFUL.)
We live in a world that screams at us from every corner and every inspired Coca-Cola ad to “Be Yourself!!” But it seems like everyone wants us to be ourselves, and then makes it incredibly hard when we actually try.
I want to congratulate you Tom, on being the brave soul that you are. I suppose that the reason everyone feels like your new is so newsworthy is that, it’s you. Lead singer of a straight edge band. You aren’t “weird”, you aren’t some quasi moto. You are cool. You are hip. We don’t expect transgender news from people like “you.”
I think this serves as a reminder that our human journey, is just bigger and more complicated than words, and titles and even genders can explain. I think the world likes to throw so many rules at us about life, and I am not sure where these rules came from, but I will tell you that- you don’t have to follow them. We are all microbes of stardust and energy that have no end and no beginning, we are more connected to each other than our brains can humanly comprehend. Our bodies are just vessels for our soul, and Tom’s soul, my soul and your soul only have three rules to follow.
Be understanding of the things that make us different.
Adam and Eve and skirt lengths, and speed limits- those are all rules that people made up. They are guidelines for your own, unique journey, and you have to adapt them into what works for you. I do know that you will never live a happy and fulfilled life if you do not trust your heart, and be honest inside your own story.
So thanks Tom, for reminding us all, that our own story, our own soul and our own happiness come before rules, and opinions of others. You are incredibly brave.
I read this today:
“Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid, “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. ” It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So, why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling?…For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.”
-Freddie Highmore as George Zinavoy in The Art of Getting By
It's almost impossible to read this and feel like life means something. Where does the universe keep 110 billion souls? Swoon has been reading the Steve Jobs memoir, and I cannot help but think that Steve was a modern day genius. He died. I see his name less and less. I am a somewhat ego inflated internet hero. Maybe it is turning 30, maybe it's falling in love, maybe it's seeing signs of my heyday and my beautiful youth getting cracked and less shiny, but my life's work, and my purpose for my small quest in being number 110 billion plus 1 that made me really want to write this today. Call it my personal mission statement, call it life. I call it being a little smarter, a little more compassionate and a little braver than I was yesterday. Call it the important stuff:
I couldn’t move today. I got up and walked through my typical morning routine. My fiancées alarm clock goes off singing some mambo-slash animated song about not getting enough sleep, he wakes up and showers, and comes back into our room and kisses me on the cheek with his fresh morning wet hair and amazing old spice man smell. He get’s our dog and places her on the bed for 15 minutes of what Hobo and I call morning love, and then I roll out of bed and check my phone, and within the first 10 minutes of being awake, I am assaulted with hundreds of updates. Proof that the entire world works harder than I do, and that all of them are cooler than me. last nights party tweets, today’s record release and everyone cares about them and no one cares abut me.
The good thing about having no one care about you, and having a collection of part-time jobs that that mostly be done at home is that you get to make tea, eat toast and drag yourself to “work” without leaving you house. I wear pajamas to work, I never brush my hair, and the only time I shower is when I think I might have to leave my house, which is almost never.
I take my tea upstairs and sit in front of my computer and begin the process of trying to get my mind to create inspiration for others, when I myself, and totally un-inspired to do that. I’m supposed to be writing something, a book, a blog, a story, one hundred and forty characters that would change your life, none of it comes to me.
Today, unlike most days where I stumble into creating something somewhat worthy of your eyes, I have nothing. So, today I went outside and sat by a tree. The tree I am sitting beside isn’t even close to looking like a tree that will inspire you. It’s beside a parking garage on a busy street. There is some sun shining on the tree, and i know it is the favorite spot for the neighborhood animals to piss on their nightly walks. I don’t care. I can’t be inside. I have no where to go. The tree is my only option. If I go inside I will be forced to realize that I have nothing to write about, and since I have 2 friends in Los Angeles (one of them is at work and my future husband, and one has spent maybe 5 days in the last year with time in her life for friendship- both equally awesome and love-able. But not at 2 pm when I am sitting next to pisstree.)
When I sit under the tree I start to think about regrets. Every year it seems my list of regrets gets longer and longer. It’s like the smallest regrets somehow began compounding regretful interest and now I am about to implode myself with all of it.
I regret my life. Alot. When you are seven and 11 and 15 you think your parents did nothing with their lives, but you will never be like them. you think that because enough people told you that you were special, that somehow you might actually be special enough to be something, to be something different, but it’s humanly and evolutionary impossible to be something different because we are humans, we are dinosaurs we are stardust. We are on this planet to live and breed and die, and if we are special, or if we are not special, we will always be these things. I moved to NYC at 19 because I was never going to be normal. I didn’t want to be normal. I didn’t want to be what everyone else was. I didn’t go to school, the only resume credits I have on my work resume involve music videos, dancing like a slut, and a few timesteps, none of which help you in a career that you actually need a resume.
So here I am, different. I regret being different. I regret so deeply trying to change the entire path of human evolution and make something stay. I regret being so fiercely sure I could make this happen in my 20’s that I exhausted myself doing it, and I regret that now in my 30’s I am too tired to try anything else. My skill was being special. That’s only a skill that works on movies and storybooks. I would give everyone some hard tough love advice if they read to the bottom of the page. That would be. Don’t try to be special, don’t try to change the world, because the world will never change. The world will always be unfair and it won’t ever love you back the way you love it. Humans are evil, ego ruins the best possibilities and being special comes with an entire garbage bag of bullshit that you won’t want. Being rejected, being alone, being sad, being poor, being discouraged, being unloved, being insane.
The “special” people that you see, get to be that way because they have entire teams of people trying to make them special, so much so, that at some point along the road, they will convince themselves that they actually are better, more talented, and more special than everyone else. We will get to watch them be special, and rate our specialness next to theirs. We rate the value of human life is very weird ways these days. Followers, and hits, and #1’s. We seem to live in a culture that doesn’t want to rate humans on their global impact, the kindness in their hearts, or what a good mothers they are. We rate the value of our lives in cars, and brands and how shiny our hair is. We are a world obsessed with money and power, and mostly we are obsessed with being “special.”
I wish my mother had sat me down at 15 and said “you will always be special to us, but you will never be special to everyone.”
She told me I was special. I think she was wrong.
I made a new VLOG ! It's fun. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE watch it, and if you know a girl who needs this video send it to her. Maybe I can go...viral....or to the moon!
A few months ago my dancing friend Lacey Schwimmer asked if I would help her out and dance in the new music video for the It Boys! song 'Burning Up' that she was singing on. I was super excited to hang out with her and my friends DJ + Kelsey. Also featured in the video is Jeffree Star, who was rocking some amazing shoes.
Check out the video + our dance break at the end and tell me what you think!
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