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