That's right. That's how committed I am to making this one of the most successful blogs...OF ALL TIME. Though not too committed, in case I still fail, and later need to retract my statement, claiming I always knew I was too cool for blogging, and thusly never really tried. But I digress...
Plus I really wanted to eat some hummus. And I can't really eat hummus while I nap. Which is simultaneously a huge shame and a blessing. Because how awesome would it be to never have to part from my one true love?? On the other hand, my waistline and my sense of decorum thank me, because how 1) fattening and 2) repulsive. Can you imagine someone eating in their sleep? Think of the smacking, the slurping, the burping! Oh, the horror, the horror! I would say I digress again, but I now realize I never had a point to this post to begin with, so it is impossible to stray from something you never had. Unless you count Tom Cruise going out of his mind. Because he did. And I doubt it was ever there anyways.
In any case, my roommate and I watched Footloose the other day. Mmmmmm. Kevin Bacon. I'm sad they're remaking it. It's too soon. And all those gratuitous dance scenes really speak to me, even though they are stylistically antiquated. (Do I sound smart now? Good, 'cause:)I'm, like, super bummed that Zac Efron dropped out of the remake!! Because I like, totally <3 him!!! ... And in conclusion, I'd like to say that dropping out of the remake was probably a wise career move, because, honestly? How many gratuitous dance scenes with Zac-y Poo... hmmhmm... Zac Efron does America need?? Well... probably a few more. You can bet on it (bet on it! Bet on it, bet on it!).
And now, to prove that I'm relevant and make you forget about the previous paragraph, I'd like to point out that as depressing as this sounds, I just don't see how the Israeli/Palestinian 2-State Solution will ever work. I may or may not (will not) expound upon my theories in a later post.
Seacrest out!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Weekend = Godsend
I often find myself snickering at the stupidity of those "friends" on Facebook who feel inclined to compose the obligatory Sunday update. This compulsion gives us, the internet community, such gems as "Fun weekend, but now I need to study calc!", "Woohoo! Vodka night with the girls was badass!", and "Last night was fun. Can't wait for next weekend- the tRi DeLt PaRtY!!! WoOoOhOo!!" And yet, to my own chagrin as well to that of the others around me, I still feel compelled to say:
What a glorious weekend! I spent it doing absolutely nothing. That's right, you heard (read?) me; Nothing. Well, actually, in hindsight, I did something. But not enough somethings to negate the nothings. Because I watched 3, count them 3, nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my hat, movies on Lifetime. And Lifetime is like the Great Equalizer of Nothingness. Any somethings you might have accomplished become consumed by the Nothingness of Lifetime.
In any case, I started my weekend out with a Fun-Filled Friday (ha). Worked out at 9. That wasn't so fun, except for that it did, in fact, release endorphins, therefore making me happy, albeit sore. And smelly. 'Twere I in a Victorian-era parlor, instead of a modern day gymnasium (which, frankly, I don't know how or why I would accomplish such a feat) the smelling salts would've had a busy day as I would have offended the sensibilities of ladies to the point of fainting. In any case... after a brief stop to buy some Powerade Zero to replenish my electrolites and a slightly longer shower, I met Kathryn for a delicious Sushi lunch and even better conversation. :) Then we walked to Jester and split a delicious cake for dessert. Then I went to CVS and shopped for makeup (don't worry I didn't buy any) before meeting Cristina for coffee. Well technically we met for tea, but that was happenstance. (Also? We as a society don't use "happenstance" often enough.) And it was amazing. Good conversation, Good god time, good perspective on life.
Then commenced the doing nothing. Sure I've cleaned the kitchen 3 times. Sure I reorganized my closet and am working on my desk. But that's it, people. I watched like... 8 hours of Little Miss Perfect. Watched a @#$^ton of Lifetime. Watched The Notebook. Let myself sleep as long as I wanted/needed to on BOTH Saturday and Sunday. As I said; What a glorious weekend! One I greatly needed. Seeing as I have an overabundance of stupid schoolwork and a History midterm this week. If I hadn't had this weekend... It would've been full on dragon-lady.
What a glorious weekend! I spent it doing absolutely nothing. That's right, you heard (read?) me; Nothing. Well, actually, in hindsight, I did something. But not enough somethings to negate the nothings. Because I watched 3, count them 3, nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my hat, movies on Lifetime. And Lifetime is like the Great Equalizer of Nothingness. Any somethings you might have accomplished become consumed by the Nothingness of Lifetime.
In any case, I started my weekend out with a Fun-Filled Friday (ha). Worked out at 9. That wasn't so fun, except for that it did, in fact, release endorphins, therefore making me happy, albeit sore. And smelly. 'Twere I in a Victorian-era parlor, instead of a modern day gymnasium (which, frankly, I don't know how or why I would accomplish such a feat) the smelling salts would've had a busy day as I would have offended the sensibilities of ladies to the point of fainting. In any case... after a brief stop to buy some Powerade Zero to replenish my electrolites and a slightly longer shower, I met Kathryn for a delicious Sushi lunch and even better conversation. :) Then we walked to Jester and split a delicious cake for dessert. Then I went to CVS and shopped for makeup (don't worry I didn't buy any) before meeting Cristina for coffee. Well technically we met for tea, but that was happenstance. (Also? We as a society don't use "happenstance" often enough.) And it was amazing. Good conversation, Good god time, good perspective on life.
Then commenced the doing nothing. Sure I've cleaned the kitchen 3 times. Sure I reorganized my closet and am working on my desk. But that's it, people. I watched like... 8 hours of Little Miss Perfect. Watched a @#$^ton of Lifetime. Watched The Notebook. Let myself sleep as long as I wanted/needed to on BOTH Saturday and Sunday. As I said; What a glorious weekend! One I greatly needed. Seeing as I have an overabundance of stupid schoolwork and a History midterm this week. If I hadn't had this weekend... It would've been full on dragon-lady.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Because Time is of the Essence.
First of all: Eff you, Daylight Savings Time.
Now that that's taken care of, I would like to inform everyone that the Spring restlessness set in today. I can't believe I am sitting here, studying biology. That I will read for government and do french homework. Is this my life??? ("Is this real life?? Is this forever? AHHHHH!" http://tinyurl.com/c59334 )
UPDATE: I'm in Government class now. And I'm just as restless, just as angry. Although happier now that bio is over with and my french examen orale is done. I can't believe I'm already to this point in early March. I usually don't get like this until April. But I do become this irrational, restless energy-machine at least once a year. Usually in spring. I just start to panic that I'm not doing anything. I don't mean as in I sit around and watch TV all day. Au contraire, mon frere. I mean I'm not making a difference, I'm not making a recognizable or effective contribution to life. I'm not DOING anything. Just a little tiny nobody in a school in a city in a state in a country in a continent in a world in a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in infinity. I am nothing. And yet, I am something.
Do you know what I'm not? A good student. I'm not able to concentrate. I'm not good at sitting still. At doing NOTHING.
So if I call you, begging you to do something with me, or just talk to me, or listen to some silly idea or half-assed attempt at a plan... just listen and smile and assure me that I'm not wasting my life away by living simply. KThanksBye.
Now that that's taken care of, I would like to inform everyone that the Spring restlessness set in today. I can't believe I am sitting here, studying biology. That I will read for government and do french homework. Is this my life??? ("Is this real life?? Is this forever? AHHHHH!" http://tinyurl.com/c59334 )
UPDATE: I'm in Government class now. And I'm just as restless, just as angry. Although happier now that bio is over with and my french examen orale is done. I can't believe I'm already to this point in early March. I usually don't get like this until April. But I do become this irrational, restless energy-machine at least once a year. Usually in spring. I just start to panic that I'm not doing anything. I don't mean as in I sit around and watch TV all day. Au contraire, mon frere. I mean I'm not making a difference, I'm not making a recognizable or effective contribution to life. I'm not DOING anything. Just a little tiny nobody in a school in a city in a state in a country in a continent in a world in a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in infinity. I am nothing. And yet, I am something.
Do you know what I'm not? A good student. I'm not able to concentrate. I'm not good at sitting still. At doing NOTHING.
So if I call you, begging you to do something with me, or just talk to me, or listen to some silly idea or half-assed attempt at a plan... just listen and smile and assure me that I'm not wasting my life away by living simply. KThanksBye.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I'm Plagarzing Myself
But it's from Myspace. And No one reads Myspace.
Why are we (we being the book freaks who read, nay, devour literature at a surprising if somewhat rabid rate) so enamored with books? The beauty of the prose, the complexity (or lack thereof) of the characters, the ludicrousness of the situations, the twists and turns of the plot... it's all intoxicating in the most glorious of fashions. But why? What is it about books that touch us so deeply and profoundly? Is it because it satiates our perverse need to be someone else, live other lives? Is it a sick way to cut ourselves down or build ourselves up? I'm not lucky enough to be like Bella, she has Edward. Or: well, I certainly have it better than Kartik. To be outcasted like that and without family? 'Tis a shame indeed... Or is it the town gossip in all of us that delights in being able to see the thoughts and actions of others in a most candid way? Is it their (their being books, of course) ability to take us places we've never even dare imagine for fear of reality becoming that much more jolting? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love to read.
Why are we (we being those who listen) so affected by music? What is it about the plaintive reverberations of a violin string that brings tears to the eyes, each an individual, pearlescent reverberation of former pain and sympathy? What is it about a mad guitar rif that brings even the most painfully shy kid shockingly and animatedly to life? What is it about the smooth texture of the piano keys that heals the heart's wounds? What is it about the guitar strings that deepens them? Why is it that a beautiful melody can evoke emotions you never even knew you possessed? What is it about lyrics (the prose of song, you could say) that bridge that ever-shifting and ever-evasive gap between heart and mind? Why is it that music is so powerful in the embodiment of our emotions? Born from the heart of God and carried to earth on the sweet beat (ha) of the angels' wings, music is the universal language. But why? Why can people with seemingly NOTHING in common be so similarly effected by song? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love music.
Why are we (we being adolescents and, well, human) so strange when it comes to relationships? Please, allow me to give you a brief example of my idea world:
Boy: Hello. My name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, girl. You're really pretty and I think I heard you make a reference to Heart of Darkness earlier, which means you must be smart.
Girl: If you understood my somewhat vague reference, then you must get me. I mean really get me.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: The sentiment is returned seven-fold, sir.
Boy: Most excellent. Would you like to make out, date, and eventually get married?
Girl: Why, yes, that I would. Do you like chocolate?
Boy: I love chocolate. We must elope at once, you are the one for me.
Girl: I will only honeymoon in Venice.
Boy: What other city is there?
Girl: I love you.
Boy: I love you.
OR, if 'twere a meeting of star-crossed lovers:
Boy: Hello, my name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, Girl, you're really pretty, and I think I heard you make a reference to Mario Kart earlier. That must mean that you're tons of fun.
Girl: You heard correctly, sir.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: You are attractive too, but I'm not really feeling any chemistry.
Boy: Ah, unrequited love. Alrighty then. Thanks for not stringing me along for months and breaking my heart, thus leading me to a life of alcoholism and credit card debt.
Girl: You're welcome. May I point you in the direction of my friend? You are exactly her type.
Boy: Sure thing. Does she like chocolate?
Girl: She speaks practically of nothing else.
Boy: Goody! Take me to her at once! Anon!
See? No sentiments barred. No mind games. Not, of course, that I would actually want conversations to be like that, I just like the no-nonsense approach to making your feelings known at once. Here is a perhaps more concise version:
Ex.1-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I like you.
Boy: Let's date.
Girl: Yes, let's.
Ex. 2-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I don't really like you.
Boy: Cool.
Girl: Bye.
Why do we have to make it so HARD on ourselves? Not that I'm recommending ANY form of imitation of these conversations, ladies and gents, because they are quite capable of NEVER finding you a date, but I hope you understand what I'm driving at- straightforwardness is perhaps the most underrated character attribute of the century.
Why are we (we being the book freaks who read, nay, devour literature at a surprising if somewhat rabid rate) so enamored with books? The beauty of the prose, the complexity (or lack thereof) of the characters, the ludicrousness of the situations, the twists and turns of the plot... it's all intoxicating in the most glorious of fashions. But why? What is it about books that touch us so deeply and profoundly? Is it because it satiates our perverse need to be someone else, live other lives? Is it a sick way to cut ourselves down or build ourselves up? I'm not lucky enough to be like Bella, she has Edward. Or: well, I certainly have it better than Kartik. To be outcasted like that and without family? 'Tis a shame indeed... Or is it the town gossip in all of us that delights in being able to see the thoughts and actions of others in a most candid way? Is it their (their being books, of course) ability to take us places we've never even dare imagine for fear of reality becoming that much more jolting? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love to read.
Why are we (we being those who listen) so affected by music? What is it about the plaintive reverberations of a violin string that brings tears to the eyes, each an individual, pearlescent reverberation of former pain and sympathy? What is it about a mad guitar rif that brings even the most painfully shy kid shockingly and animatedly to life? What is it about the smooth texture of the piano keys that heals the heart's wounds? What is it about the guitar strings that deepens them? Why is it that a beautiful melody can evoke emotions you never even knew you possessed? What is it about lyrics (the prose of song, you could say) that bridge that ever-shifting and ever-evasive gap between heart and mind? Why is it that music is so powerful in the embodiment of our emotions? Born from the heart of God and carried to earth on the sweet beat (ha) of the angels' wings, music is the universal language. But why? Why can people with seemingly NOTHING in common be so similarly effected by song? I don't know. I don't know, but I do so love music.
Why are we (we being adolescents and, well, human) so strange when it comes to relationships? Please, allow me to give you a brief example of my idea world:
Boy: Hello. My name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, girl. You're really pretty and I think I heard you make a reference to Heart of Darkness earlier, which means you must be smart.
Girl: If you understood my somewhat vague reference, then you must get me. I mean really get me.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: The sentiment is returned seven-fold, sir.
Boy: Most excellent. Would you like to make out, date, and eventually get married?
Girl: Why, yes, that I would. Do you like chocolate?
Boy: I love chocolate. We must elope at once, you are the one for me.
Girl: I will only honeymoon in Venice.
Boy: What other city is there?
Girl: I love you.
Boy: I love you.
OR, if 'twere a meeting of star-crossed lovers:
Boy: Hello, my name is Boy.
Girl: Hello, Boy. I'm Girl.
Boy: You know, Girl, you're really pretty, and I think I heard you make a reference to Mario Kart earlier. That must mean that you're tons of fun.
Girl: You heard correctly, sir.
Boy: I also find you smoking hot.
Girl: You are attractive too, but I'm not really feeling any chemistry.
Boy: Ah, unrequited love. Alrighty then. Thanks for not stringing me along for months and breaking my heart, thus leading me to a life of alcoholism and credit card debt.
Girl: You're welcome. May I point you in the direction of my friend? You are exactly her type.
Boy: Sure thing. Does she like chocolate?
Girl: She speaks practically of nothing else.
Boy: Goody! Take me to her at once! Anon!
See? No sentiments barred. No mind games. Not, of course, that I would actually want conversations to be like that, I just like the no-nonsense approach to making your feelings known at once. Here is a perhaps more concise version:
Ex.1-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I like you.
Boy: Let's date.
Girl: Yes, let's.
Ex. 2-
Boy: I like you.
Girl: I don't really like you.
Boy: Cool.
Girl: Bye.
Why do we have to make it so HARD on ourselves? Not that I'm recommending ANY form of imitation of these conversations, ladies and gents, because they are quite capable of NEVER finding you a date, but I hope you understand what I'm driving at- straightforwardness is perhaps the most underrated character attribute of the century.
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Very Interesting Conversation...
... What does it all MEAN?!??!??????
(Occurred in a Chatroom)
Him: There is a mystery hidden in your eyes.
Me: oh really?
Him: yeah right down to the color. where does your spirit take you?
Me: what do you mean? religiously?
Him: First thing that comes to mind.
Me: Love. The presence of Love.
Him: Are you in pursuit or education?
Me: Meaning have I found the love of which I speak? Yes I have...
Him: You have?
Me: Yes.
Him: And where does that love guide you?
Me: To other wounded hearts.
Him: Hence why we are talking. you possess a blessing, do you not?
Me: I posses the Love of Jesus... which enables me to occiasionally comfort others. I do not possess the power to bless others...
Him: yes but your blessing of comfort comase at an expense, correct?
Me: Not in the slightest.
Him: no pain, no fear?
Me: Occaisionally. But I am eventually left with a feeling of peace in knowing that I've spared someone else from feeling those emotions That the healing grace of God has used me as a conduit to draw pained souls closer to Him.
Him: A strong one I see. Do you hear his voice or have visions?
Me: Not in the New Age sense, no. It's more like I think myself into realizations, or find passages in the bible that speak to me and aid my journey. Sometimes thoughts and words will come to me, and I didn't know I had such insight on a subject.
Him: yes, the knowledge piece is what i was refering to. soon you will also have the voice louder than you do now. ever thought you had a spirit walking close by?
Me: As in the Holy Spirit? Most definitely. Almost every day.
Him: no no, another spirit. see any shadows. ghosts if you will?
Me: No…
Him: hmm, maybe i have the wrong person. i'm sorry to bother you. :)
Me: Who did you think I was?
Him: I’m currently on a journey gathering like souls. (*NOT Gonna lie, I thought he was a demon at this point… LOL… so irrational)
Me: To what purpose?
Him: what thought just hit your brain?
Me: A cult, or something worse, to be honest.
Him: Oh no, heavens no. lol. I’m a Christian. we are speakers of god like yourself. and we don't get into a compound i'm christian lol
Me: And the ghost aspect?
Him: but there are folks who are able to see visions it's a guardian spirit or some call their guardian angel some are actually able to see it and some speak with it
Me: but it's not the Holy Spirit?
Him: no, the Holy Spirit is your soul for you are God but we can not understand God without a guardian the Holy Spirit protects our soul from our flesh. the guardian spirit gives us the words of our call
Me: I'm not sure how that correlates to Christianity, exactly.
Him: it is nothing different
Me: Then you are saying that the spirit is to protect our humanly bodies from the holy embodiment of the presence of God within our souls?
Him: no the Holy Spirit is what protects you from the sin of the flesh. God is not sin. God is the Holy Spirit
Me: I know, I was meaning what in the flesh needs protecting?
Him: sorry, did i misword it?
Me: I believe so... but maybe not.
Him: hehe it's ok, i have the wrong individual. my apologies. :)
Me: Well... then... Good luck? Although I'm not sure "collecting souls" has a very positive connotation, for future reference...
Him: hehe, it's not collecting. it's gathering, connecting, communicating, and learning we each have our own task and have information that assists the other in theirs
Me: and do you have a name?
Him: Joshua
Me: Sorry, I meant your group.
Him: no, it is not a group .there are no meetings . it's not like waco or the freemasonry
Me: I see.
Him: i'm told to talk to folks down my path
Me: and you thought I was one.
Him: we shed light on the others and we continue on. i did. you have a very strong look in your eye
Me: Well, sorry to... disappoint? lol
Him: one that holds pain during her trials. lolol, no no, no disappoint at all
Me: Hold pain during my trials?
Him: yes, the task of comfort is not easy on the heart.
Me: Not always, but neither is it a burdern.
Him: no no, truly a blessing
Me: Well thank you.
Him: and thank you for sharing your beauty with me. God Bless!
Me: May He bless you as well.
(Occurred in a Chatroom)
Him: There is a mystery hidden in your eyes.
Me: oh really?
Him: yeah right down to the color. where does your spirit take you?
Me: what do you mean? religiously?
Him: First thing that comes to mind.
Me: Love. The presence of Love.
Him: Are you in pursuit or education?
Me: Meaning have I found the love of which I speak? Yes I have...
Him: You have?
Me: Yes.
Him: And where does that love guide you?
Me: To other wounded hearts.
Him: Hence why we are talking. you possess a blessing, do you not?
Me: I posses the Love of Jesus... which enables me to occiasionally comfort others. I do not possess the power to bless others...
Him: yes but your blessing of comfort comase at an expense, correct?
Me: Not in the slightest.
Him: no pain, no fear?
Me: Occaisionally. But I am eventually left with a feeling of peace in knowing that I've spared someone else from feeling those emotions That the healing grace of God has used me as a conduit to draw pained souls closer to Him.
Him: A strong one I see. Do you hear his voice or have visions?
Me: Not in the New Age sense, no. It's more like I think myself into realizations, or find passages in the bible that speak to me and aid my journey. Sometimes thoughts and words will come to me, and I didn't know I had such insight on a subject.
Him: yes, the knowledge piece is what i was refering to. soon you will also have the voice louder than you do now. ever thought you had a spirit walking close by?
Me: As in the Holy Spirit? Most definitely. Almost every day.
Him: no no, another spirit. see any shadows. ghosts if you will?
Me: No…
Him: hmm, maybe i have the wrong person. i'm sorry to bother you. :)
Me: Who did you think I was?
Him: I’m currently on a journey gathering like souls. (*NOT Gonna lie, I thought he was a demon at this point… LOL… so irrational)
Me: To what purpose?
Him: what thought just hit your brain?
Me: A cult, or something worse, to be honest.
Him: Oh no, heavens no. lol. I’m a Christian. we are speakers of god like yourself. and we don't get into a compound i'm christian lol
Me: And the ghost aspect?
Him: but there are folks who are able to see visions it's a guardian spirit or some call their guardian angel some are actually able to see it and some speak with it
Me: but it's not the Holy Spirit?
Him: no, the Holy Spirit is your soul for you are God but we can not understand God without a guardian the Holy Spirit protects our soul from our flesh. the guardian spirit gives us the words of our call
Me: I'm not sure how that correlates to Christianity, exactly.
Him: it is nothing different
Me: Then you are saying that the spirit is to protect our humanly bodies from the holy embodiment of the presence of God within our souls?
Him: no the Holy Spirit is what protects you from the sin of the flesh. God is not sin. God is the Holy Spirit
Me: I know, I was meaning what in the flesh needs protecting?
Him: sorry, did i misword it?
Me: I believe so... but maybe not.
Him: hehe it's ok, i have the wrong individual. my apologies. :)
Me: Well... then... Good luck? Although I'm not sure "collecting souls" has a very positive connotation, for future reference...
Him: hehe, it's not collecting. it's gathering, connecting, communicating, and learning we each have our own task and have information that assists the other in theirs
Me: and do you have a name?
Him: Joshua
Me: Sorry, I meant your group.
Him: no, it is not a group .there are no meetings . it's not like waco or the freemasonry
Me: I see.
Him: i'm told to talk to folks down my path
Me: and you thought I was one.
Him: we shed light on the others and we continue on. i did. you have a very strong look in your eye
Me: Well, sorry to... disappoint? lol
Him: one that holds pain during her trials. lolol, no no, no disappoint at all
Me: Hold pain during my trials?
Him: yes, the task of comfort is not easy on the heart.
Me: Not always, but neither is it a burdern.
Him: no no, truly a blessing
Me: Well thank you.
Him: and thank you for sharing your beauty with me. God Bless!
Me: May He bless you as well.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
January in Review!
Happy February!! I (still) can't believe it's 2009. Two thousand and nine. tew-oh-oh-nyne. That's some crazy shit. January was a big month for me... let's review some of the things I learned/that happened to me, shall we?
1) Started a new semester of college... my 4th. Meaning in 4-ish months, I'm halfway done with college. That's also some crazy shit.
2) Spent more money than should be legally allowed for anyone.
3) Made 1300 bones.
4) Calculated that the gov'mint owes me back 1300 on my tax refund... suck it.
5) Missed my family and realized that my baby brother really is growing up... Quickly, it would seem.
6) Dropped my first college class. :)
7) Got really annoyed with the UT website... again.
8) Worked out a lot.
9) Heard a sermon about sex... it was AWESOME.
10) Bought (and used) wrinkle cream... sad day (s).
11) Started a cleanse... as in what those crazy-ass Hollywood people are doing. AKA I sold out to the man... and I don't really care :)
12) Took another acting workshop. And improved.
13) Saw some really really really good films.
14) Saw The House Bunny again. Twice.
15) Realized some really important stuff about life and people. (Apparently in February I'm going to be cryptic and vague...)
16) Fell further in love with Jason Mraz (SQUEEEEEEE)
17) Watched some pretty pimp American Idol episodes.
18) Played Alice Greenfingers... the best dumb game EVER!
19) Made new friends.
20) Saw old friends.
So yeah. And now, my friend suggested I start posting a monthly Random-Facts-About Me- section... so here's the first, February 1st... how apropo!
1) I am a chapstick ADDICT. I don't mean I enjoy the occasional application here and there, I mean if I don't have it, you WILL know, and I will start to freak out. I've asked random people in classes to use their chapstick before... usually people say no, but it's always worth a shot.
2) because of #1, I have some of the softest lips around ;)
3) I love love love anything to do with languages or accents. I love inventing new accents and trying to do the ones I can't. So far in my repetoire, I have an invented indian/mexican/islander accent, british, australian (it's getting good!!!!) and many american accents (brooklyn, mississippi, minnesota, etc.). and kind of irish. and kind of russian. and kind of french, although I would rather just speak french... lol. It is my dream to be able to slip effortlessly into any accent requested of me... I can get pretty close on a lot of them... I also love voices.. I accidently do them always and as a result, probably don't make friends as easily as i should be able to... lol
4) Books are my best friends in the whole world. I absolutely love reading with all my soul, and can't get enough!! And I love re-reading (which I thought everyone did) because you gain SO much more from the book with each successive reading. I wish I could dedicate my life to only reading books. I also plan on having an amazing library in my house... with a rolling ladder... on which I will sing... :)
5) Sushi is my favorite food and it IS foodgasmic.
6) I have dimples. big ones. and I don't mind if you tell me they're cute, huge, or ugly, but for the LOVE, don't EVER say, "You have dimples." No @%!@, Sherlock! I have had them my WHOLE life, and know they are there. Especially since people like you tell me I have them every day. Also, dimples are a dominant gene, therefore my children will have dimples (MUAHAHAHAHA).
7) I have a bunch of friends who are on the brink of fame. Which is weird.
8) one of the things I hate most in the world is seeing people waste their gifts and talents.
9) I'm extremely tired of all the world-wide drama of people trying to find girlfriends/boyfriends and get married. Ugh. Just chill out.
10) I've been having such frequent deja vue recently that I seriously think that some of the people in my life have been trained in the Native American art of Dream Walking and are secretly planting visions in my mind...
11) Speaking of dreams, I have THE weirdest dreams when I'm half awake/half asleep... you know, that period of time when you find the exact right sleeping position and are starting to drift off, but you still hear the clock ticking and the AC running...? Yeah... just ask Kendall. I bust out laughing when I'm asleep and then explain how there was a little boy in a sandbox... how is that hilarious???
12) I am NOT a morning person. If I'm not awake "enough" I will seriously HURT you. I think i need pajamas with a big disclaimer: "Do not talk to me if you can't see more than 45% of the whites of my eyes"
13) I usually hear absolutely everything while I'm asleep. (there are a lot of numbers about my sleep habitss...) Sometimes I wake up and remember a noise, but have no clue what it was, which, as you can probably imagine is sometimes creepy...
14) I love watching scary movies, but absolutely can not when i'm alone. It can be someone who is more afraid than I am, or someone who isn't afraid at all, but it can't be someone who makes fun of the movies... I LOVE being afraid. But only in movies. I would kinda rather die than be afraid in real life. And I'm completely serious.
15) #14 is probably why I should never live alone.
16) The scariest story I heard as a kid, and that still haunts me today, is this: A young woman lived by herself in a cabin. She would often become afraid by the sounds of the wilderness at night, but she had a loving and protective dog. The dog would sleep beside her bed, and when the woman was afraid, she would stick her hand over the edge of the bed, and the dog would lick it to comfort her. One night, she heard a lot of strange noises, and was frightened, but the dog licked her hand and she fell back asleep. In the morning she awoke to find her dog hanging, dead, from the ceiling and a note written in his blood on the dresser mirror: "Humans can lick too".
17) I'm probably going to have nightmares tonight because of thinking about #16. Also (seriously) why I can never have a part of me hanging over a bed. I'm honestly afraid someone will lick it... which i'm pretty sure makes me crazy.
18) I love cooking and baking and I would honestly love to have people over for dinner everyday. But I'm poor.
19) I truly truly love people and would like to bask in the glow of friendship forever... Also I love listening to people, lifting them up, and helping them solve their problems. No lie.
20) I don't like beer. Honestly, beer tastes to me the way urine smells. Like how lemon jolly ranchers taste the way pinesol smells. I'm not going to drink pinesol, and I'm not going to drink beer. kthanksbye.
21) Music is basically the effervescent, ethereal material (ha) that my soul is made of. I can easily cry due to the beauty of a melody or harmony. That being said, I hate a lot of modern-day music. I also love cheesy songs... It's hard to explain my criteria. But I dislike 94% of country, because the twang and predictable melodies make it hard to hear the soul of the songs. For some reason, male country singers annoy me more than female country singers... maybe because I want my men to sound like Frank Sinatra, Josh Groban, and Michael Buble, and not say "ya'll"...
22) Chips and Salsa (and/or queso) is the way to my heart.
23) I am probably the most indefatigably, excruciatingly optimistic person... ever. :D
24) I really have no problem telling people I love them. And I always mean it. With all my heart. Talk to me if you ever want to hear my theories on love... lol. (I'm serious... I have theories on love...)
25) I would rather do a thousand things than sleep, but heaven help us all if I don't get enough for more than three days in a row... ... ...
1) Started a new semester of college... my 4th. Meaning in 4-ish months, I'm halfway done with college. That's also some crazy shit.
2) Spent more money than should be legally allowed for anyone.
3) Made 1300 bones.
4) Calculated that the gov'mint owes me back 1300 on my tax refund... suck it.
5) Missed my family and realized that my baby brother really is growing up... Quickly, it would seem.
6) Dropped my first college class. :)
7) Got really annoyed with the UT website... again.
8) Worked out a lot.
9) Heard a sermon about sex... it was AWESOME.
10) Bought (and used) wrinkle cream... sad day (s).
11) Started a cleanse... as in what those crazy-ass Hollywood people are doing. AKA I sold out to the man... and I don't really care :)
12) Took another acting workshop. And improved.
13) Saw some really really really good films.
14) Saw The House Bunny again. Twice.
15) Realized some really important stuff about life and people. (Apparently in February I'm going to be cryptic and vague...)
16) Fell further in love with Jason Mraz (SQUEEEEEEE)
17) Watched some pretty pimp American Idol episodes.
18) Played Alice Greenfingers... the best dumb game EVER!
19) Made new friends.
20) Saw old friends.
So yeah. And now, my friend suggested I start posting a monthly Random-Facts-About Me- section... so here's the first, February 1st... how apropo!
25 Random Things About ME
1) I am a chapstick ADDICT. I don't mean I enjoy the occasional application here and there, I mean if I don't have it, you WILL know, and I will start to freak out. I've asked random people in classes to use their chapstick before... usually people say no, but it's always worth a shot.
2) because of #1, I have some of the softest lips around ;)
3) I love love love anything to do with languages or accents. I love inventing new accents and trying to do the ones I can't. So far in my repetoire, I have an invented indian/mexican/islander accent, british, australian (it's getting good!!!!) and many american accents (brooklyn, mississippi, minnesota, etc.). and kind of irish. and kind of russian. and kind of french, although I would rather just speak french... lol. It is my dream to be able to slip effortlessly into any accent requested of me... I can get pretty close on a lot of them... I also love voices.. I accidently do them always and as a result, probably don't make friends as easily as i should be able to... lol
4) Books are my best friends in the whole world. I absolutely love reading with all my soul, and can't get enough!! And I love re-reading (which I thought everyone did) because you gain SO much more from the book with each successive reading. I wish I could dedicate my life to only reading books. I also plan on having an amazing library in my house... with a rolling ladder... on which I will sing... :)
5) Sushi is my favorite food and it IS foodgasmic.
6) I have dimples. big ones. and I don't mind if you tell me they're cute, huge, or ugly, but for the LOVE, don't EVER say, "You have dimples." No @%!@, Sherlock! I have had them my WHOLE life, and know they are there. Especially since people like you tell me I have them every day. Also, dimples are a dominant gene, therefore my children will have dimples (MUAHAHAHAHA).
7) I have a bunch of friends who are on the brink of fame. Which is weird.
8) one of the things I hate most in the world is seeing people waste their gifts and talents.
9) I'm extremely tired of all the world-wide drama of people trying to find girlfriends/boyfriends and get married. Ugh. Just chill out.
10) I've been having such frequent deja vue recently that I seriously think that some of the people in my life have been trained in the Native American art of Dream Walking and are secretly planting visions in my mind...
11) Speaking of dreams, I have THE weirdest dreams when I'm half awake/half asleep... you know, that period of time when you find the exact right sleeping position and are starting to drift off, but you still hear the clock ticking and the AC running...? Yeah... just ask Kendall. I bust out laughing when I'm asleep and then explain how there was a little boy in a sandbox... how is that hilarious???
12) I am NOT a morning person. If I'm not awake "enough" I will seriously HURT you. I think i need pajamas with a big disclaimer: "Do not talk to me if you can't see more than 45% of the whites of my eyes"
13) I usually hear absolutely everything while I'm asleep. (there are a lot of numbers about my sleep habitss...) Sometimes I wake up and remember a noise, but have no clue what it was, which, as you can probably imagine is sometimes creepy...
14) I love watching scary movies, but absolutely can not when i'm alone. It can be someone who is more afraid than I am, or someone who isn't afraid at all, but it can't be someone who makes fun of the movies... I LOVE being afraid. But only in movies. I would kinda rather die than be afraid in real life. And I'm completely serious.
15) #14 is probably why I should never live alone.
16) The scariest story I heard as a kid, and that still haunts me today, is this: A young woman lived by herself in a cabin. She would often become afraid by the sounds of the wilderness at night, but she had a loving and protective dog. The dog would sleep beside her bed, and when the woman was afraid, she would stick her hand over the edge of the bed, and the dog would lick it to comfort her. One night, she heard a lot of strange noises, and was frightened, but the dog licked her hand and she fell back asleep. In the morning she awoke to find her dog hanging, dead, from the ceiling and a note written in his blood on the dresser mirror: "Humans can lick too".
17) I'm probably going to have nightmares tonight because of thinking about #16. Also (seriously) why I can never have a part of me hanging over a bed. I'm honestly afraid someone will lick it... which i'm pretty sure makes me crazy.
18) I love cooking and baking and I would honestly love to have people over for dinner everyday. But I'm poor.
19) I truly truly love people and would like to bask in the glow of friendship forever... Also I love listening to people, lifting them up, and helping them solve their problems. No lie.
20) I don't like beer. Honestly, beer tastes to me the way urine smells. Like how lemon jolly ranchers taste the way pinesol smells. I'm not going to drink pinesol, and I'm not going to drink beer. kthanksbye.
21) Music is basically the effervescent, ethereal material (ha) that my soul is made of. I can easily cry due to the beauty of a melody or harmony. That being said, I hate a lot of modern-day music. I also love cheesy songs... It's hard to explain my criteria. But I dislike 94% of country, because the twang and predictable melodies make it hard to hear the soul of the songs. For some reason, male country singers annoy me more than female country singers... maybe because I want my men to sound like Frank Sinatra, Josh Groban, and Michael Buble, and not say "ya'll"...
22) Chips and Salsa (and/or queso) is the way to my heart.
23) I am probably the most indefatigably, excruciatingly optimistic person... ever. :D
24) I really have no problem telling people I love them. And I always mean it. With all my heart. Talk to me if you ever want to hear my theories on love... lol. (I'm serious... I have theories on love...)
25) I would rather do a thousand things than sleep, but heaven help us all if I don't get enough for more than three days in a row... ... ...
Friday, January 2, 2009
Maybe 'Tis a Bit Late, but...
Happy New Year!
As I wave a fond farewell to 2008, and slowly turn on one foot (favoring the ankle that's still slightly swollen, although it's been 5 years since I've sprained it) to greet 2009 and all the uncertainty and sheer exhilaration it brings, I hear the distant cries of things and people not ready to move on.
As I wave a fond farewell to 2008, and slowly turn on one foot (favoring the ankle that's still slightly swollen, although it's been 5 years since I've sprained it) to greet 2009 and all the uncertainty and sheer exhilaration it brings, I hear the distant cries of things and people not ready to move on.
"What about meeeeeee, Kaitlin?" they whine.
I hate to break it to you, but... Sorry. I won't be investing any more time and emotion into energy vampires in 2009. (Oh, Vampires... R.I.P. Moonlight. I will forever mourn Mick St. John. And R.I.P. Blood Ties. Henry Fitzroy was beautiful, too.) I'm not saying that I will not lend a helping hand or council you or be your friend or confidant. Not at all. Those are my roles, my jobs, my joys, and my spiritual fulfillment. If you only ever ask me whether you should buy apple juice or orange juice, I will help you.
But there are things, and people, and causes, and beliefs, and even certain coffee flavors (Pumpkin Spice??? More like Stale Vaguely Spicey Coffee Remnants. Mmmmm.) that don't appreciate my time or my efforts. And thusly, I bid you a fond farewell!
I'm moving on, baby! It's time for a fresh, clean start.
I'm already pumped for '09. Better life, better friends, better relationship with God... It's the year of improvement, of self-actualization, of self-appreciation, but also of selflessness. I am extremely, utterly, possibly inappropriately excited.
Aren't you?
But there are things, and people, and causes, and beliefs, and even certain coffee flavors (Pumpkin Spice??? More like Stale Vaguely Spicey Coffee Remnants. Mmmmm.) that don't appreciate my time or my efforts. And thusly, I bid you a fond farewell!
I'm moving on, baby! It's time for a fresh, clean start.
I'm already pumped for '09. Better life, better friends, better relationship with God... It's the year of improvement, of self-actualization, of self-appreciation, but also of selflessness. I am extremely, utterly, possibly inappropriately excited.
Aren't you?
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