Hi, my name is Four Kubicek

In my humble opinion, one of the strangest things in the world is maternal/paternal predisposition. I went to dinner with some friends last night (mmmm Chili's) and of course immediately noticed all the cute babies near me. Two of the three guys also liked to look at the babies and kind of even did that awkward-across-the-restaraunt-smile-and-wave thing that everyone does and probably annoys the parents of the baby. And the waiter who's trying to serve you while you ignore them going, "Hi!! Hi there! Hi!" Two of them were cool with the fact that my baby sense has been in overdrive recently. (I blame the snowman onsie I saw in JCPenny's.) And the third thinks that puppies are cuter than babies.

You read correctly. He thinks PUPPIES are cuter than BABIES. And yes, we are friends somehow. Anyways, we started joking with him about how he's going to end up with the most kids out of all of us. Which lead to us joking about what a terrible father he would be (not really, just in this situation) and how he would just name his children by numbers. The first born would be One, the second Two, Three, etc., etc. Which got me thinking about maternalism(?). Why are some people so sure they don't want children and others so sure they do? Why do I physically want to have a baby, when the thought of a serious relationship (let alone the "M" word) and children FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT? (Pardon my french)

Weird stuff, eh?

It's a Wonderful Life(time Movie)

Pros of Today: CHEESY Lifetime Movies, It's a Wonderful Life, Cinnasticks, and the soon-to-be enjoyment that is SNL (hosted by Hugh Laurie with musical guest, my african brother Kayne!)

Cons of Today: Studying... boooooo... Couldn't use my favorite mug for my coffee breaks because it was in the dishwasher... boooooo... I'm sore as $%^... boooooo.

But the pros by far outweigh the cons. Anyways, I teared up during all of the lame/wonderful movies I watched today. Which makes me feel AWESOME. haha

Did I ever mention how much of a loser I've become? I realize that studying for finals is a valid excuse... but still. I feel like I've fallen off the face of the Earth. I am floating in the nebulous, caramel-y center of the Milky Way, pondering the meaning of life, the things Jimmy Stewart does to my heart...

But I still feel like a super loser. But oh well. I learned my lesson from the holiday movies: Don't take anyone for granted. Some people in my life should maybe get a refresher in that course, and that's all I'm gonna say about that. :/

But enough melancholy emo. Let's party! And by party, of course, I mean study. And in closing, I'd like to congratulate Amy Poehler on a job well done. SNL won't be the same without you.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like CHRIIIIIIIIISTMAAAAAAAAAAS

Okay... not really. It's 70 degrees here.

Damn you, Texas. In other recent news, I just sneezed on my arm. That wasn't the news I intended to share, but it just happened. In other other news, I'm really stressing recently. Despite the fact that the semester is drawing to a close, and I have a 7-10 page paper due Friday that I've yet to start (Ha.), I'm trying to secure my living arrangements. Since Kendall doesn't know what she's doing next year, I find myself once again roommateless and hopeless. Although I'm working out an arrangement with my friend Ashley, nothing's set in stone and there are so many minute details and ultimately tons of apartment-complex BS that needs worked out... it's so depressing.

AND I'm trying to get all my stuff sorted out for LA in the summer and I just want to have a kickass internship, but nooooooooooo. Everyone has to give me conflicting information and whatnot. Okay, this isn't really that bad, and I still have 5 months to get everything arranged... but still. I'm in a complaining mood, and I want this to be resolved!!! Also I'm getting cute business cards printed to pass out in LA. I'm so excited. I will be like, giving them to craft services people, just because I will be so proud to have business cards. Cue dramatic scene where I find a discarded card (HA!) in the trashcan, as a single tear rolls down my cheek and I see my failed future flash before my eyes...

Also? I just want to write!!! And not my paper!!!!!!!! I haven't done anything remotely creative in roughly FOREVER!!!!!! (since helping Shane out with his short film, of course!) But I mean personally. However... this weekend I am taking an acting workshop with an unknown accomplice from Marco Perella, who had a recurring role on Walker, Texas Ranger and is a published author.

Yeah.
That's right. The guy met Chuck Norris.

I win :)

Goodbye, Sweet November

Goodbye, Sweet November.
Goodbye teenagerdom;
Hello 20s.

Already eventful
Beyond my wildest dreams.
27 days of 20
And already self-actualization.

Goodbye, Sweet November.
Goodbye, 40s.
Hello 50.

So much working, Daddy.
Time to work for yourself.
So much strife for us.
I don't like the sad little smile.

Goodbye, Sweet November.
Goodbye, Baby,
Hello Man.

Only 2 more months of 10.
Seems as though yesterday
You were my baby
Sweet little brother.

Goodbye, Sweet November.
Goodbye Child.
Hello Adult.

Goodbye Sinner.
Hello Saved.

Goodbye Hatred.
Hello Love.

Goodbye Uncertainty.
Hello Excitement.

Goodbye Tears.
Hello Dreams.

Goodbye, Sweet November.
Goodbye Stasis,
Hello Change.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Hold onto your hats; it's going to be a bumpy ride. the update to end all updates. And the reader's digest version of the last few weeks.

#1: Apartment
It's great. I love it, I'm happy. Pictures will eventually surface.

#2: Class
They seem to be going well. A little challenging, but more interesting than previous semesters. This semester, we have:
Intro to Theatre and Dance
French 312L (4th Semester)
History of Broadcasting
Intro to Visual Rhetoric
US History

#3: Friends
Living with Kendall. Is good. (Jealouts?) Reunited with old friends; Nicole, David, Kathryn. Made new friends; Kate, Elaine, Patrick, Blake...

#4: Parties
Epic fails. Except for Friday Night @ El Campo which was so so so much fun!!


#5: Creepers
Many. Might surpass Mexican Americans and prevalent minority group in Texas in the near future.

#6: Death/Mourning
Friend Alex Kirk passed away. Car crash. Was an amazing guy and friends with all my friends. Will be sorely missed, but is with his King now, and having a way better time than we ever can. Was depressed but I'm getting better. More at peace. Memorial service was postponed to 27th because...

#7: Ike
Stupid Hurricane. Am concerned for my friends. My family is ok. We lost some shingles and tree branches. Some window leaking. Need sheetrock repairs. Were taking down ugly wallpaper anyway. Mom's idea; Dad's money.

#8: Work
Creatively stifled this week. Too much sadness. Have decided to work on Higher Education (Working Title). WILL sell by May. Or Else.

K. so. Baitsicklee that is my life. Will update more frequently with flowery prose abound. Promise.

xoxo

I Crack Myself UP!!!!!

So today is my last day of work. Thusly, I am not in the mood to work, nor is anyone making me/ expecting me to work. Thusly I went through some old emails in my mailbox. And I found the beginnings of a script I had COMPLETELY forgotten about... which is odd, as I LOVE(D) this one, and was uber excited about it... Anyway, now I have to decide what to write this year at school, as my goal is to complete and start trying to sell a script. Here are my options: (some of you will not have a clue to any of these, some of you I've told... whatever, this list is really for me, anyways)

1. Public Eye
2. Anabelle Gregory
3. Untitled Civil War Drama
4. Untitled Character Study of a Coffee Addict
5. High Education
6. Untitled Drama Dealing with the Relationship Between Sisters.
7. The Adaptation of My Short Story Stale Breadcrumbs

Sooooo... what to do, what to do? I've so many ideas!!! ick. Anyways, to clue you in on what I'm talking about... allow me to offer you this, the opening line of the kick-a script I found buried in Yahoo!


Public Eye
By: Kaitlin Wehlmann




CHARLIE (V.O.)
Things weren’t always bad with the missus. She used to bake me apple pie once upon a time. And then the twice-a-week charge at a local pie diner showed up on our credit card bill, and that was okay, too. To be honest, their pie was better, and I wasn’t going to let a little thing like marital bliss stand in the way of the perfect fusion of apples, cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. Susie always put too many cloves.


HAHAHAHA Seeeeeeeeeeee? Isn't that HILARIOUS?!?!???? no? just me? Oh well. I still love it and apologize for forgetting its existence.

I'm Ready!!

So I was packing/ cleaning my room (shocker, I know) and I started to rearrange (...dump into a pile on my bed...) the stuff from my bathroom last year, namely some old perfumes, some vitamins, bandaids, etc. And as I got a whiff of my perfume... memories, sweet memories, came washing over me. It's odd how something like a smell or a color can take you back. I immediately went back to fall, when the air was crisp, when I was happy. when things were right. And I wasn't sad that things weren't that way anymore; I was happy that things would soon be that way again. I guess that's the thing about being a tireless optimist: when other people would be lost in nostalgia, I can see the future and take joy in its nearness and its newness.

So here's to your future happiness, my friends; whether you can see it or not.

08/08/08

Happy day that will only come once every 100 years!!!!

Hope it was great! may we all see 08/08/2108... well the ones of us I like, anyway.

A Public Service Announcement:

Brought to you by Kendall and Kaitlin's Kitchen (hahaha... no? Just me?).

Okay, people (read: men): NEWSFLASH:
Calling a girl you're interested in "buddy", "pal", or any other non-gender specific terms is WRONG. If you want in our pants (or, you know, our hearts) do not make us feel like the your friend's younger brother, who tags along with you and kinda annoys you, but mostly you secretly think he'd kinda be your ideal perfect son, if you ever get married, plus you always wanted a little brother, but no matter how much you begged your mom, she gave you two annoying little sisters who stunk up the house with Nair and nail polish, and so it's kinda cool showing a little kid around all the time, but it can get kinda annoying when you want to scam on chicks...

But I digress...

The point is, GENTLEMEN, it's a complete and total turn off, and has, on more than one occasion, made me lose interest in someone, just because they called me "pal", "buddy", "bud", "pally", or ANY OTHER VARIATION.
Kapeesh?

Carpe Quesadilla Maker

OHwa. MYee. GAWD. (Chandler Bing! hahahahaha)

This weekend was CRASY! And no, actually, I haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, because Kendall and I were to busy buying EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY ITEM WE COULD EVER NEED for da 'partment. And it was fuuuuuun. And we didn't even get that ridiculous with our purchases and guess what? Our apartment is going to be beautiful! I will so totally love it there and will NOT be creatively stifled, as per the dorm room (box of death). Mayhaps I will accomplish one of my goals of completing and selling a script this year... that'd be greeeeeeat. Altso, maybe it will be better for me to study in. Plusssss: KITCHEN!!! I can not even begin to address how friggin' excited I am for the kitch!!! AHHHHHHHHH and the biggest plus of apartment life? Drumroll, please...

KENDALL!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

If you live in Austin, or can make the trek, you can request to visit us and we may or may not throw you a dinner party.

I think that this year, I'm always going to be in the best mood imaginable. :D :D

Thursday, Schmursday

Any day that is not Friday fails. And today is not Friday.

On the plus side, tomorrow is. Which makes Thursday, like, a 69.4%. It almost doesn't fail, but still does.

Kaitlyn left for Europe and took a little piece of my heart with her. Siiiiiiigh. I will miss her.

Speaking of missing... (ha) I miss Austin/UT. I'm so ready for this year!!!! Slaaaaash not at all because I've not prepared myself for the big move to an apartment AT ALL. Well other than the neccessities Kendall and I have been buying since last December. But those are inconsequential to life if I don't have a rockin' bedspread.

And now I must make more folders. THURSDAY- YOU FAIL.

P.S. Happy Harry Potter's Birthday!

I Have 40 Minutes Left on my Lunch Break...

...And not a thing to read. Oh dear.

This weekend was fun. I did too much and am exhausted now that it's Monday and I still haven't cleaned my room. As per usual. But oh well. Maybe I can suck it up long enough tonight to touch some stuff. Maybe shift some papers around. Who knows?

Kendall (my BFF) comes back tomorrow from NY. Then we're going to inventory everything we've purchased/received for our Apartment. Which we move into in 24 days. AHHHHHH. That was an excited/overwhelmed scream. How did this summer get away from me? Work. I now know what' I've always expected- A 9-5 desk job would be the death of me. So though I'm grateful for the moolah and I've met some pretty rad people... I'm never coming back. I'm thinking about working at a cosmetics counter next summer. Because I love makeup/would like to give people makeovers/ I would sell a buttload of product because I know what I'm talking about and am personable AND have dimples. Plus if I work at the Clinique counter in Dillards in West Oaks maybe I can get an employee discount/ will be really close to some of my favorite stores! But who knows. Maybe I will get to score a sweet internship and will be with a production studio. (MY DREAM!) But anyways. I need to find a job for the school year. There are bajillions of places near my apartment building, other than the Blockbuster IN my complex... chyeah boi, living in STYLE. So I'm not super worried. I just need to make straight A's this semester (ha) so it might be better to work somewhere on campus because they're required to respect your class schedule. But I'm not really down with selling food items to my peers. So if I got an on-campus job, it would be in the Alumni Call Center. Where I would most definitely be a telemarketer.

Oh the things I do for my cash monies.

The Hum of my Laptop Sounds Delightfully Like a Kitten

So I just (meaning an hour ago) got back from seeing "Mamma Mia!" and boy, oh, boy was it fantastic. Granted, musicals are pretty much the reason I live... but still. And Meryl Streep? I don't care what you say. She's HOT. Like woah. And she's 50-freakin'-9 (!!!). I love her. And I will be LUCKY to look even remotely as good as her when I'm 40, let alone 50-freakin'-9. She must wake up every morning saying, "Demi Moore can suck it!" Because I mean, sure, Demi got Ashton who woke up one day and decided to be really really hot, right when his marriage prevented us from eloping. But will Demi look as good as Meryl in 20 years? Negatory. Mostly because Demi divorced Bruce Willis and he is more than enough man for anyone and Love will smite her because one crazy biotch CANNOT have Ashton AND Bruce. Expect those crows to start digging their feet into her head pretty hard any day now. Which is actually a pretty sick mental image. ... The only person who beats Meryl Streep is Michelle Pfieffer (I spelled it right! First try!). Ok, people. Did you see "Hairspray"???? Because I was totally in love with her. "Stardust"? OMG( okay, not when she was like 198 and balding). Yes, I admit I'm in love with Michelle Pfieffer. And I don't care who knows it! But I digress...
The reason I'm writing so late (late for me, with a full-time summer job that sucks my soul. Not late for me, in college, who likes to go to sleep around 4 a.m.) is because AMC is on my shitlist. Ex. Cuse. Me. If you put 9:05 as a movie time, when I show up, there'd better be a FREAKIN' 9:05 start time listed in barely readable neon lights OR ELSE. Or else, when I arrive promptly at 8:45, weave through the crowd of Junior High (::shudders::) pimps and whores (uhhh... I mean boys and girls), fight my way to an automated ticket machine because the line is too long and there's a gross, pimply couple macking on each other and smearing their herpes onto the line divider, THERE'D BETTER A 9:05 SHOWING OR I WILL BE PISSED. But then I will get to waste an hour in Starbucks with Rebekah and pay exact change ($2.27!) for a Venti Iced Unsweetened Passionfruit Tea and I will be happy again. And then I will get to see the 10:10 showing of "Mamma Mia!" at Cinemark (where the seats at least recline a smidgen) and I will be back to my usual exuberant self.
And before you get all Neo-Nazi on me, let me just tell you that Starbucks (newsflash!) doesn't make the best coffee or tea. But hey, guess what? It's convenient. And guess what else? I still looooooooove it! I don't consume over priced beverages at the 'Bucks to support the man, for intrinsic value, or for the sake of consumerism (rah! rah! rah!) but rather because it's close, handy, comforting, and my usual one is relatively quiet. Anywho, I DID enjoy myself at a Starbucks! Wanna know why?

Kaitlin's List of the Top 5 Awesomes She and Bekah Did Whilst at Starbucks:

5) Wrote a parody of the Bon Qui Qui Video into a Christ-centered educational comedic video.
4) Sung our Favorite Veggie Tales Song.
3) Had a verbal ghetto fight using our hand puppets... you know, where you curl your hand into a fist and then move your thumb to simulate a mouth?
2) Sang (again. and quite loudly.) OK-Go's Cinnamon Lips.
1) Tide- Penned out the coffee stains on Rebekah's white sweater. One on her tummy and one on her bosom. And yes, I helped. And yes, if we didn't already frighten off the other patrons with our singing and raucous laughter, that did it.

Welcome to my life.