T-Minus 15 days

I come home in just over two weeks. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. I mean, of course I want to see everyone at home, but I'm really going to miss Ireland. (Not the exchange rate though)

Anyway, I finished with my Irish class today (written final in the morning, and the oral in the evening). I think I did pretty well, buíochas le Día, due to my extreme last-minute cram sessions. Now, though, I have the fun ability to rattle off long sentences in a totally bizarre language-- good party trick (and I will be doing it often). I hope to retain a bit of this language, at least for a little while. It's a really fun language to speak, very fluid sounding.  

However, I still have two exams tomorrow for which I haven't studied. In addition, I have a history paper due Friday (about 90% finished) and then two Lit papers to write. In order to write those, though, I have to read Heart of Darkness (gag) and two plays. This is going to be kind of a shitty last two weeks, chock full of work. 

Now I have to get back to my very important methods of procrastination.

I suck at things that aren't procrastination

I have a paper due on the 27th that I absolutely need to have written by the end of tomorrow. I'm going up to Dublin to meet my parents on Friday morning and I won't get back to Cork till Monday evening. John is then staying in Cork on Tuesday and Wednesday so I'll be pretty much occupied those days. 

I also am just now realizing that what I was going to write my paper on does not actually answer the essay topic very well, so I have to do a lot of re-configurations. Also I am having a severe ADD attack (or something) and I cannot, for the life of me, focus or even write coherent sentences. 

Word count: 127/1500

Balls.

it's a red-letter day for america

 I was so happy about Obama this morning that I almost cried a little. That may have also had to do with my sleep deprivation. But mostly it was happiness. 

Today is not only a landmark day in terms of electing the first black president of the US of A, but also in the way that, for the first time ever, I got to use the words "fuck" and "cunt" in an essay exam. So that was good.

Also, I leave tomorrow afternoon for Amsterdam!! I'm so freaking excited I can't even handle it. 

I need to not suck at life

tonight for Halloween, me and my bitches went to a club that was having a delightful costume-y party. And I saw, from across the dance floor, a dude dressed as Captain Hammer. In my heart I immediately knew that this man was a kindred spirit, at least to some extent. 

However, I did not approach him/speak to him/make out with him as I should have. Instead I got more drinks and went to the bathroom.

I really need to not let people who are clearly so awesome slip through my grasp like that. 

(probably) Irish guy? Dressed as a character from a Whedon-run online musical? Why didn't I jump his bones?

WTF, me, WTF?

'welcome to the 60's' just popped up on my shuffle...

...and it has reminded me of the rather harrowing dream I had last night, in which I was informed, minutes before showtime, that I was to be portraying the role of Seaweed J. Stubbs in the West End production of Hairspray (despite the obvious setbacks of: being female, being white, being horrifically unable to dance, or sing, or act, and having only a marginal familiarity with Seaweed's song "Run and Tell That.")

It has also just occurred to me that I missed Hairspray the School Musical tonight. Blast and damn.

Who's up for hearing about some awkward situations?

So here are two painfully awkward things that happened to me lately. Story the first:

A little while ago, my friend Kate (who goes to CU) and I were talking about this guy that she remembered from our orientation at CU who is going here for the semester. I didn't remember him at all but she promised he was hot. The next evening, Kate, Caitlin (who doesn't go to CU) and I were in front of this pub. Kate sees this guy waiting in front of the pub-- dark curly hair, bright blue eyes that could pierce your soul, brilliant smile. She says that she's pretty sure that he's the one from CU. I still don't have any idea who this kid is. Caitlin, naturally, decides to shout out "COLORADO!" as I'm staring at him trying to figure out if I remember him.

He looks over at us (and by "us" I mean me), and I raanf awkwardly for a second before trying to be all nonchalant and say "you go to CU?" He looks really creeped out and confused because, like I've mentioned, I didn't know him and I'm sure he didn't remember me. He mumbles an affirmative response and goes back inside. Then of course I have two classes with him.

Story the second:

Caitlin and I encounter some guy in the courtyard of our apartment complex. He's Irish and asks us where we're from; I say Colorado.

Him: My roommate's from Colorado!

Me: Who is he?

Him: [Says his name which I don't remember]

Me: uhhh... what does he look like?

Him: I dunno, curly hair?

Caitlin: [pointing at me] SHE KNOWS HIM!

Me: No I do not.

Caitlin: [keeps insisting that I know him]

Him: Well come on up to my apartment and say hi.

The whole time I'm just thinking "Oh God this kid already thinks I'm super creepy what the fuck is he going to do if I show up in his apartment?" 

So for whatever reason (probably had to do with the mass consumption of whiskey) we follow him up to his apartment. He starts banging on someone's door (it was like 3:00 in the morning) for about three minutes before someone comes out. Lo and behold it is not the kid from earlier, but a slightly less attractive (albeit much taller) guy who has just been woken up (did I mention he was only wearing boxers?) with claims that someone he knows is here. I promptly raanf even harder than I did in the first anecdote. I apologize profusely and try my best to explain that I didn't want to come up to his apartment and try to convince him I'm not an über creeper. I don't think it worked that well.

And of course, he goes to CU as well. And he's in several of my classes here. And I am now seeing him at least once a day when I'm not on campus.

Yeah. So that whole thing was awkward. You guys have any paralyzingly awkward moments lately?

Off to der fatherland

I leave tomorrow morning for Munich. I'm pretty excited because a: Oktoberfest, b: I get to see my parents for the first time in a month and a half, c: I get to escape from my paranoia about being frozen out of my group of friends, and d: I get to take a shower. The hot water in our apartment hasn't been working since Wednesday and I haven't showered since Tuesday. I'm pretty icky right now. 

I'm just gonna sit around on my couch tonight and enjoy some movies/Arrested Development and possibly some ice cream. 

Update: The store I went to didn't have ice cream. I had to settle for a combo of sour gummies and peanut M&Ms. Not the same. I am le sad.

I make bad life choices.

Current time- 11:41GMT. 

Number of hours until I have a paper due- no idea because I'm sleepy and bad at math. But it's due by 5 tomorrow. 

Number of hours I wasted today instead of sitting down and writing 6 pages- far too many.

How much I hate myself for picking this paper topic- a lot.

It's a bad sign, I feel, that I'm so annoyed with myself right now that I can't even be excited about the fact that I booked a flight for Prague for the week after the Amsterdam trip.

Random thing of this post: I'm training myself to like things that I really didn't care for at home, just by consuming them a lot (coffee, whiskey, and most surprisingly, tea.) 

Melon is not high on the list of things that I'm going to like by the time I come home. Stout beer, however, is next on the list. 

I should probs get back to the paper I'm writing. I don't like this whole being in school thing, not while there's so much other shit to do. I apologize for the whiny incoherence of this post, I'm pretty dead right now.

omgwtfbbq

New version of iTunes. 

Has a function that makes playlists based on what music in your library goes well together.

I'm so confused.

And intrigued.

And aroused?

roommate decision

I've reached the decision that I'm going to be that mysterious, esoteric roommate who is pretty much never around. Probably. Unless one of the next people who moves in seems awesome, or seems like they know where we can buy weed. 

But it is likely that I'm not going to interact a lot with the strangers. I feel like I should, but I also don't think they want to really closely befriend someone leaving at Christmas. *shrug* 

We'll see what happens.

Oh, and the awkwardness begins

So I'm just sitting on the couch in my apartment, messing around on Facebook or what have you, when the front door opens. And in walks two new roommates. 

They both have rather thick accents and I'm having some trouble understanding them, and I only caught one of their names. This is going to be really awkward. Also they're both freshmen or whatever the Irish equivalent of freshmen is. 

I don't know how to act when I have complete strangers living with me. I've never really done it--the first apartment of the trip didn't count because I had at least known them for a few days, and I talked to Ashley a bunch before we moved in. 

I'm unfamiliar with the protocol of this sort of situation. For example, in a little while, I'm going to go to the market; should I invite them, or at least tell them I'm going...? Or should I just leave...? And tonight, when we go to the pub to play beer pong, do I invite them? Do I have to let them know if I have friends coming over? HOW DOES THIS WORK???

Fuck. This is awkward.

Also, completely unrelated to the roommate thing: I booked a ticket to Amsterdam last night! I go the second weekend of November! Hooly hoo!

I should be sleeping. I need to get up in 5 hours.

It has recently been pointed out to me that my travelogue sucks due to the lack of entries posted.

I take offense to this and rebut this claim by posting some brief tidbits about life, etc and some photos. 

#1: Check out my sexy professor. Not a great picture because I was taking it while being creepy.

#2: I love cider. It's pretty much the best thing ever, and it averages an alcohol content on par with Guinness (about 4.6%). And pints are considerably bigger here than at home. It's nice, because they cost so fucking much.

#3: I have a knee injury that I am pretty sure will never heal. It may prevent me from joining ultimate frisbee club. It will not keep me from joining Pirate Society and something called Cowpunchers. I'm not sure what Cowpunchers is other than the fact that I have a crucial need to join it.

#4: There are Dementors living in the Hogwarts building on campus. They're pretty much the scariest things ever.

#5: Best places to get food when you have the drunchies? Tie between Hillbilly's Fried Chicken and Abrakebabra. I kid you not, my friends.

#6: Catch 22 is playing September 21 at a local pub. And it's free to get in. I'm jazzed. Other people didn't seem so excited; most replies were "I don't know who that is." I don't care. I'm so going. And, knee injury aside, I'm gonna skank my ass off.

#7: When we were in Dublin at the beginning of the trip, I saw Riverdance drunk. It was pretty awesome except for the slow bits where I nodded off. I had a big day as a whiskey taster at the Jameson distillery about two hours before the show. It was a good day.

#8: In about 5.5 hours I need to be on a bus to Dublin. I'm going to bed.

And so begins the beginning of my travelogue

I realize it's been a while since I've updated my blog, and I was probably going to start again anyway once I got back to school and stopped being busy all the time. But I think this will be a nice way to update everyone (you know who you are) whilst I am away.

So far, not much to report other than the fact that I still giggle internally at the Irish accent and I'm pretty sure it's never going to lose its novelty (and, btw, neither is being able to drink). Also, in my hostel room there are two other Kaitlins. One of them is flipping awesome and gets really obscure Arrested Development references/ sings Flight of the Conchords with me, and I haven't met the other one yet but I'm pretty sure she goes to CU.

I haven't met a lot of people in the program yet but at lunch today my hostel-mates and I sat with some guy who I'm fairly sure wants to bang one of the program coordinators. I'm going to try to help develop that. It seems fun.

Anyway, what has everyone been up to/planning to get up to? I am going to have to go now as my internet cafe time is up, but you all better keep me posted on your lives.

Is it just me, or is this... me?

I normally don't put much stock in these personality inventory things, but I feel like this one is pretty on.

The Observer (the Five)
Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful.

How to Get Along with Me:
-Be independent, not clingy.
-Speak in a straightforward and brief manner.
-I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts.
-Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable.
-Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity.
-If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place.
-don't come on like a bulldozer.
-Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy.

What I Like About Being a Five:
-standing back and viewing life objectively
-coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects
-my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure
-not being caught up in material possessions and status
-being calm in a crisis

What's Hard About Being a Five:
-being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world
-feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all
-being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be
-watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally

Fives as Children Often:
-spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on
-have a few special friends rather than many
-are very bright and curious and do well in school
-have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers
-watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information
-assume a poker face in order not to look afraid
-are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict
-feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected

I feel like this test watched me throughout my childhood. Creepy.

life lesson #17

Don't make drinks just so you and your roommate can have a last hurrah before finals. Especially when you don't have any good alcohol so you end up making your drink in the following (approximate) fashion:
4 parts refrigerated coffee
4 parts Kahlua
1 part half and half
1 part chocolate soy milk

Do not drink this, my friends.

You will throw up later.

Ew.

so random

I have netflixed Freaks and Geeks. For those who may not know, it was a short lived Judd Apatow-powered tv show that lasted for about 18 episodes in 2000 or so.

Anyway, Jason Segel is in it (the Forgetting Sarah Marshall guy) and I am finding myself developing a crush on him. He's this adorable dorky stoner, who's about six foot infinity, and he's just so damn cute. And then I remember the slightly brain scarring incident(s) of seeing his junk, like, three feet tall on the movie screen.

I need something to distract me from life right now. And the constant wishing for it to be summer isn't helping.

sneaky book

You know those books that are hollowed out inside? Where you can hide your secret documents/microfilm/crack? I was browsing about on a website that instructs you on how to make them... there are about a million comments from people, many of which suggest using bibles. Someone had this to say:

As a Bible school student, I oppose to the use of Bibles for this.

Not for moral reasons, but because my intensive interaction with them has shown me their flimsiness.

Bible pages rip waaaay too easy for this to be effective, the paper's not even thick enough to be called paper. It's like tissue paper with writing on it.

Hahaha.

Also, I think I need to make, like, fifty more of these sneaky books. Now if only I had top secret spy documents that I needed to hide.

miscellaneous, etc.

Unfortunately for humanity in general, Boulder was a tad too windy this year for the normal haze of smoke to linger over the field. You can see that it is still quite smoky. According to a Boulder newspaper, there were 10,000 people on the field this year (which seems a little high [no pun intended], but it was probably around 8,000). Ridiculous, yes?

I'm going to warn you now that this post is going to be sort of a series of thoughts as they occur to me.

M. wanted to smoke some of my pot when she got home from school today. She's a huge moocher. She rarely pitches for alcohol, and there is hardly any pot left after yesterday, because I didn't buy very much in the first place. (And I'm saving it for sometime when we go swing dancing, Ming, so I can stop trying to lead myself.)

She brought it up in such a passive way, too... Talking about how she was editing film for 8 hours and then she just casually mentions "You know what would be awesome? Some pot." As I was in the laundry room at the time, I just pretended I didn't hear her. A few minutes later, she asks me if I wanted to smoke some with her. I said that I had some homework to do so I couldn't. A couple minutes after that, she asks how much pot I had left, and when I told her "not much," she waits another minute before asking if I would mind if she smoked some. I just said "Uh, kind of, yeah." And went back to my room.

Two more weeks left of school. I have very little schoolwork left. I need to write my screenplay but I have it mostly plotted out in my head already, and my prof seemed to like my idea, so yay! I only have three finals, too. One of them could possibly end up being take-home, too.

I still need to call my insurance company about my no-proof-of-insurance ticket. I should really see what I need to do with that.

This afternoon, I was sitting around, watching What Not To Wear, and I decided I wanted to go look around at some of the 29th St. shops. I'm browsing around Francesca's, collecting a nice little pile of things to try on, and one of the employees starts a dressing room for me. My phone beeps, and it is an alert for my Ireland study abroad orientation. It's at 6, and my phone goes off at 5:45. I leave the shop damn quickly, sprint to my car, and nearly kill a biker in my mad dash to get to campus. While I'm speeding up there, I call my friend Jenni to ask her to look up the location of my meeting for me because I don't know where I'm going. I park on campus, run to the building and find the room. I try to open the door as stealthily as possible (because I found out from Jenni that the meeting starts at 5) and ask some guy sitting right next to the door if I'm in the Ireland meeting. He tells me "no," so I do that embarrassed slow-door-closing-and-backing-out thing. I call Jenni again to make sure I heard the room number right, which I did. I then proceed to find a computer in the building, and I log into my e-mail, only to discover that the meeting is, in fact, tomorrow. (Ming, it's probably good that we decided against Kimya Dawson tomorrow because I wouldn't be able to go.)

I felt like quite an ass.

Anyway, I bought a dress with pockets at Francesca's, which, if I buy leggings between now and Wednesday, I will likely wear to the Stars concert in order to attract an impossibly awesome hipster-type boy.

So how are you guys?

p.s.: Gossip Girl is fecking amazing. I really love this show. Blair is awesome, and Jenny deserves her wrath. Also, Nate/Chuck/Dan = very attractive.

if you didn't know me, this would seem highly unusual

(from this week's PostSecret)


If ever there was incentive for me to stay out of prison, this is it.

the world really makes me sad sometimes

http://youtube.com/watch?v=VBJCkoc-ZSY&feature=related

This is a segment from a BBC series about teen obsession with body image, etc.

There are so many problems with the mother and the daughter in this, I don't even know where to begin.

The mother makes me want to puke for all the vicarious living she is trying to do through her child. She seems to have instilled in the daughter that beauty is the only important thing in the world. The daughter even says in almost these exact words "If you're not pretty, people don't want to be friends with you, because people will think you're ugly." Yet the girl who gets extensions and spray tans and fake nails is getting picked on at school...

Parents these days are horrible, as people in general, and especially in their capacity to raise children.

It's so sad and so awful.

I'm really enjoying this song

Download it, and enjoy it too. I wish it didn't have the talking at the beginning/end, but the middlest part is lovely. 

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ut2uv2

Kimya Dawson- "I Like Giants"

last post today, I swear.

Fun phrases for you guys... I learned some delightful Spanish today.

Pícala- a way of ordering someone to go faster.

Damelo duro- "give it to me harder"

Franeleo- foreplay

Boludo- Kind of like calling someone an asshole, but means more along the lines of someone with big balls.

Acabar- to have an orgasm.

Remember those phrases. They may come in handy some day. 

For such splendid phrases in other languages, I would suggest http://www.alternative-dictionaries.net

boredom, thy name is cultural anth

I think I'm going to quit school, become a bum and live off nothing but Keebler's peanut butter crackers and Coke Zero.

 And/or consume nothing but those two foods for the next several hours in order to keep myself awake and attempting to write this paper. I'm just hoping for a B on it. An A is not possible, because the description of an A paper says that it will not simply regurgitate material and that there will be an argument, as well as supporting evidence. I much prefer the type of paper in which I stretch three paragraphs worth of notes into four pages of rambling. 

I think my T.A. is too lazy to care, because that is exactly what I did on my last paper, which got a B. ...Maybe everyone else's papers were just really bad by comparison.

this week is already looking better than last week

No speeding ticket (or any ticket) on the way back to Boulder today, so the beginnings of this week are improved over the beginnings of last week. Unfortunately, there is a paper due on Thursday for which I have done nothing, and a test on Wednesday. Also possibly some other things. But at least there are only a few weeks left of school. 

I feel so absolutely, completely ready to be done with this semester. It actually reminds me strongly of my sophomore year of high school. Aside from a few small things, it's entirely forgettable. Hopefully junior year will be more exciting, and/or more similar to junior year in high school. You know, more memorable, with the added benefit of falling into some deep, lasting friendships. 

I am anticipating that soon I will learn how to post to my blog from The Fancy Phone. Which, BTW, I should really come up with a name for. I feel that most technological devices above a certain level of sophistication should have names. After all, these devices are smarter and more fun than your average child, which we insist upon naming. 

Suggestions?

good news, bad news. Mostly bad.

bad news: got a huge freaking ticket last night. Driving 76 in a 55 zone. (In my defense it was on a highway and I was not the fastest driver around) And then my insurance card was expired so I have to appear in court on May 7. Hopefully I can get that charge dropped because I do have valid insurance. And I'm gonna try my damnedest to get the speeding charge lessened if I can go to traffic school, or something. Otherwise I am so screwed. And my insurance is going to go way the feck up and my parents are going to make me pay the difference.

good news: I got into the Arcadia program, so I am fo' sho going to Ireland next semester.

bad news: the ceiling in our living room is leaking. So that's fun. And it's likely that no one will be here during the day to let the repair people in. Woo hoo.

more bad news: I have a feeling that this week is only going to get worse.

save some face... you know you've only got one

So I have an eight (8) page paper due tomorrow at 2:00. I have written a little over a page of it, and most of that was done two weeks ago. I decided to stay home from class today to work on it but keep becoming distracted somehow. It's rather irritating. 

Also, there's an Italian test tomorrow that's gonna kick my ass, because, well, I don't understand anything in that class. You'd think with my Spanish and French skills, Italian would be easy to pick up. Turns out, not so much. 

I made meat loaf last night for ANTM Wednesday... and then my favorite contestant got the boot. I was less than pleased. I will miss you, Claire, with your fierce pictures and posing. I think I will now root for Stacy Ann, despite her annoying voice. But she stays out of the drama and damn is she fierce. Or maybe Whitney, because she's doing really well in the competition, especially for a plus-size girl.

It needs to be the weekend. Right now. At least I only have two classes tomorrow. 

I will now go back to not writing my paper.

shit motherfucker fuck shit

God-diggity-damn it. All of my photos on my computer have gone missing. I have no pictures from the past, like, two and a half years. Fuck shit cock balls.

I am not happy about this. Why the hell did they get deleted?? I sure as shit didn't do it. 

In other news, look at the shoddy saran-wrap job someone did on my car as (what I assume was) an April Fool's Day prank.

I started running, but there's nowhere to run to

So, in the course of shopping for heels on Sunday, Caitlin and I decided we want to open a bakery together someday. I think it's a rather amazing plan and if we follow through on it, I will be extremely pleased. I'm in the process of developing ideas for recipes in my head, among other things.

In other news, I just spent 15 dollars on a pair of headphones that SUCK super hard. I'm not pleased, and of course Target won't accept returns on things that are opened. That obnoxiouses me tremendously. 

And I have an anth exam tomorrow, which is rather mean on the part of the prof. Who gives a frakking exam the day you're back from a week of break? 

Cheer me up with something entertaining. Please?

I hate it when sitcoms hit too close to home

I'm watching Malcolm in the Middle, and Malcolm was talking about why people don't like him. He said something along the lines of how he shows off how smart he is... "It's not enough that I know more than other people, I want them to know I know more than them."

I really hate that I do that, too. It needs to stop, now-ish.

Raanf!

I get the feeling that the endeavor of driving this kid home tomorrow is going to make a perfect first edition of Awkward Man. I'm raanfing just thinking about it. And I'm going to make it even more awkward by asking him bizarro questions all the time. Hooray.

Thank God that tomorrow is a short day, and that there's nothing for me to do tonight other than sit around and enjoy some Battlestar Galactica, like the geek I am. ...And possibly also plot some antics for Spring Break (WOO HOO! [say goodbye to these!]).

I am not even making sense in my own head right now, much less on, er, paper?

I apologize for the incoherence.

I'm productive- ask me how!

Actually, that's not entirely true. But, before I've even started to work on my paper and study for my test (both of which need to be done by tomorrow), I feel oddly accomplished for the day. 

In my writing class, I decided that this guy (who, for privacy's sake, I will heretofore refer to as "Adam") is my new favorite person, ever, because he came into class wearing an Empire Strikes Back shirt, while today I was coincidentally wearing my shirt with Han Solo and Lando on it. You know the one. Later in class, I mentioned something about how the crooked clock on the wall has been bothering me all semester, and someone said I had OCD. I said "The OC Disorder, if you will." Adam smiled at me and muttered, "Don't call it that." Also, he's rather attractive (with a Jew 'fro) and super easy to stalk via the internet. Easy to find on Facebook, public settings, he has a website where he put up all the articles he writes for his self-published newsletter, and there are a couple videos of him on YouTube. Jackpot.

And something I'm rather proud of: I tricked my roommate Ashley into eating a food she normally doesn't like! Hahah. Basically, this girl doesn't like anything except potatoes, chicken, bananas, rice... very bland foods. She's not a fan of fruits/vegetables/spices/seasonings/etc. However, I made rice with coconut milk and didn't tell her what was in it. If I had mentioned that there was coconut milk in it, she would've outright refused to try it. But since I didn't, she ate a bunch of it. I feel so devious, and oddly giddy about it. I should really try hiding more produce/secret ingredients in food and see if she notices. 

...I'm a terrible person.

addictive like crack

I seem to have spent about seven or so hours of my day on the couch with the roommates, playing Mario 64. I forgot how insanely addictive that game is, despite the fact that it's not really all that fun, due to the fact that I've played it so freaking much since the late 90's. 

I can already tell that this week is going to suck cojones. I have a test on Thursday (on a book I've not yet read) and my prof has also made a paper due that day, which is super weak. Plus, as is customary of the week before break, it will be slower than molasses going uphill in January. 

Also, Friday has the potential to be the world's most awkward day ever. My dad's friend's (Mike) son (Michael) goes to school here, and Mike and his wife are coming into town to go skiing this weekend. My dad said that Michael might need a ride back to my house, where my dad would the drive up with him to the mountains. And Michael is basically the most awkward person on the face of the planet... and not in a fun way. More like the kind of way that makes me want to poo myself with awkwardness. Yeah... an hour long drive with that kid? Would pretty much make me cry.

Anywho, I'ma get back to Facebook stalking. Business as usual.

who dares disturb my slumber?

Night one of St. Patrick's Day festivities was rather delightful, especially the part where Kat and Ming and I all jumped into the pool, fully clothed. It was simultaneously one of the most fun/stupidest decisions I've made lately. So now I am watching Aladdin (yay!) and waiting to start part two. Hopefully no jumping into pools fully clothed tonight. 

I got an email from Bryce today, and he was emailing from India (and including really random 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee references). I am so jealous of his semester at sea voyaging. It just made me realize how flipping badly I want the Ireland thing to work out. Obviously it won't be quite as exotic as a cruise around the world, but I've pretty much wanted to study abroad since, oh, forever, and I will be more or less crushed if it doesn't work out. 

Anywho, I hope you all have a delightful St. Patrick's Day weekend. It'll be good crack (see, Ming/Kat, trying to incorporate that into the vernacular already).

Sláinte!

friends don't let friends blog emo

I would like to start by apologizing for my last entry. I should really know better than to catalog my thoughts when I'm that tired. Lack of sleep = mild depression in my brain. 

But today was much improved; probably didn't fail part one of a two-part series of Italian exams, enjoyed at least 1/3 lb of spaghetti, watched last night's Top Chef (speaking of... I love the hobbit-esque Kiwi. I want to carry him around in my pocket with my bullet sized penguin and pull him out at random intervals for serious adorability) and (in a bizarre move) used the brand new gym facilities in my apartment. It turns out I become approximately this shade of red when engaging in even mildly strenuous physical activity. 

No joke. I looked like a beet-person. Yes, dear readers. Just imagine that. A beet in place of my head. It is a fun image. I highly suggest thinking of it when you feel a sense of sadness, and it will cheer you right up.

In other news, tomorrow is the first night of two (2) St. Patrick's Day evenings of dressing up, getting down, and in general consuming so much green dye that I poo green for a week. (True story.)

Completely unrelated but important nonetheless: Sea otters often hold paws with each other whilst sleeping so they don't drift out to sea. It is literally so cute I could puke. That's what that picture at the top of the entry is about.

P.S. I keep seeing posters on campus advertising a Blind Melon concert. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but A. I thought they broke up forever ago, when B. the lead singer died in the mid 90s. So. Um. What?

what's the story, morning glory?

I have no idea what made me feel compelled to start this blog. I have a LiveJournal, which I am 92% certain I will prefer over this (I mean, just getting my header image uploaded was already a trial in and of itself). But all the cool kids are doing it, so I kinda didn't have a choice. 

There are at least five things I could be doing right now that would be a better use of my time. Such as, you ask? Well, intrepid reader, I could be studying for my Italian midterm tomorrow. I could be working on a paper for English. I could be reading my pirate book for history class. I could be watching my Netflix'd Alias DVD. I could even be sleeping, as it is 1:30 in the morning and I'm extremely tired. 

However, I'm just not the kind of person who focuses on the "could"s in life. Or the "should"s. Or anything, really. That's my problem. Or one of them, anyway. 

Other problem (one of many): general sense of malaise/ennui/apathy about... almost everything. Possibly due to the crippling terror that causes me to seize up whenever I try to think about what the hell I'm doing with my life. Not a fun sensation, it turns out. My lack of decisiveness has fucked me once again. Woo hoo.

And I know that I'll look back at this entry, possibly even as soon as tomorrow, and wonder WTF I was talking about, and be all: "Why so emo, Kay?" and want to mash my face down on the keyboard at what passes for melodrama when it comes to me. 

Now I have to go to bed before I say anything else completely rubbish about how much life is blah blah blah.

Over and out,

K