So, let’s face it. I’m that girl who hates being lied to. But lately I have learned that there is something I dislike more than someone lying to me. I hate being misled. It’s almost like being kidnapped. Well, at least when it comes to going somewhere. You see I was supposed to go over to a friend’s house for New Years Eve, and I was really excited about it since I don’t get to hang out with her that much. So things were great, and I was texting her today about the details when she told me that we were going on a two day trip out. Where did the trip out come from? I guess she just sort of assumed that I knew her family went to Mercer (which is two hours away) for New Years.
So what would have happened if I went over and didn’t know that not only was I going to be with them for two days but that I was going somewhere two hours away? That is legit kidnapping! Not that I would be totally unwilling against it, but the whole idea behind it is my point. And I really hate that because I had my hopes up about spending the night at her place and now I can’t because I have work and other people I have to see before holiday ends. So the main reason I hate being misled is because it’s such a downer when things don’t work out in the end, and then you feel bad and it just isn’t pretty for anyone. So basically it sucks more than lying.
If you read my last blog you know that I had to go walk the hallways of the local college to make sure that there was no leaking water in any of the dorm rooms. Everything actually worked out that when I was done I was able to go over to my friends’ house and we watched Harry Potter and exchanged Christmas presents. We also did an amazingly terrible remake of the Potter Puppet Pals “The Mysterious Ticking” video with magnets shaped as all the characters. I don’t have the video, my friend does, but I will see if I can snag it. I also took a couple videos on my phone of me walking down the dorm hallways. It’s really creepy, or at least I think it is, just replaying them because all you see is black and a light at the end. I don’t know how to upload any videos from my phone to my computer/blog, but when I do I will share! I kept hearing things the entire time I was walking the halls and I carried this little keychain flashlight that made me feel like I was trying to be a ghost buster or something. Not that I believe in ghosts, but hey if I could fight one with a flashlight, suits me.
Tuesday we went and visited a family friend and had lunch with her. She is a breast cancer survivor and an all around amazing woman. It was great to see her and see how well she is doing. She is cancer free and in a little less than a year her hair has started growing back and she is well back on her feet. She has a 21 year old son and a 2 year old son who are both really awesome. Her two year old is in his terrible twos, but when he isn’t throwing things around the house, he is a very cute, irresistible boy. If he hears a train coming he flips out and starts yelling, “TRAIN! TRAIN! CHOO CHOO!” it’s adorable! It was seriously a blessing to get to see her and her family for two hours and just sit around and talk. Her story is inspirational and her spirit is too. I am so happy that our medical fields have made such remarkable advances that we can now how medicine and treatments to cure even the most awful of diseases and disorders.
It also came to my attention recently that I am anything but normal. There are things that I would want for Christmas that a normal teenager wouldn’t. Here’s a list of just five things that most people don’t overly enjoy like me.
1. Highlighters. In my book you can never have enough highlighters. As a high school/college student, it’s impossible to not need them.
2. Socks. I love socks. What can I say? Although I go barefoot in summer, I like my winter socks.
3. Toothbrushes. There’s something about newly opened toothbrushes that makes me just want to brush for hours on end. I don’t know!
4. Q-Tips. I have an obsession with cleaning my ears. Anytime I go to the bathroom I have to clean my ears.
5. Old fashion picks/combs. Such as http://i4.ebayimg.com/04/s/000/77/45/2455_2.JPG I just love the look of these combs. I want to start a collection. They are just so old fashioned and they remind me of the novel I read and wish I was a character in.
And how about some things that I really hate getting for Christmas.
1. Perfume. I don’t wear it. D.O. is enough for me. I hate smelling like someone else!
2. Candy. Hello, every year my New Year’s Resolution is to shrink a waist size. Why are you getting me candy?
3. DVD’s of things that you want to watch and I don’t. I mean come on, buy it for you then.
4. Clothes that are so hideous but you feel obliged to wear and pretend you like. Face it, we have all had it happen.
Alright, well I think that is everything I needed to catch you up on. Not much else going on here. I’ll post again soon.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
It's just so complicated sometimes...(don't read this)
Seriously don’t read this…I’m dead serious.
I am the type of person who likes to complain…A LOT. And the sad thing is I really don’t have anything to complain about. In fact, I am really blessed to have the things in life that I do. I’m blessed to have the family I have, and the friends I have, and all that jazz, but I feel like I need to complain about every little thing in my life that goes wrong.
I am really lucky to have a mom who works at the local college, but as many good things as it brings, it does have its bad moments. On the good side, I get a 75% discount when I go there. On the bad side, I HAVE to go there. No matter how much I want to go to either UCLA of UC of Berkley, I have to go to the local college. It’s the only sensible thing for me to do. Another good thing is that I’ve grown up at the college so I know people meaning that I got two jobs up there usually just for college students when I was 16. Another bad thing would be that I get the joy of walking through the dormitories during winter break to listen for running water or unwanted alarms. Since the students are away for three weeks, the dorms are left untended and the managers, and lucky me, their families, have to go and make sure that everything is up to standards. Why they can’t have the housekeepers do this, I don’t know. The lovely housekeepers are after all always complaining about not having enough hours anyway, so you’d think they’d be more than happy to do it. Not really. They would probably be just as excited about going as I am.
Not that I don’t mind going up to the college and walking through the dark, creepy, lonely hallways with silence and nothing but doors surrounding me. I mean, it’s a great way to waste away my vacation. And my mom gets paid for it. I should probably say now that it wouldn’t be a big deal that I didn’t want to go walk with my mom and dad if it wasn’t for the fact that the money was going towards my trip this summer to L.A. So now I feel really guilty that I am trying to get out of it. Not that getting out of it is really working.
I hate trying to make plans with people.
-Maybe a sleepover tonight that we have been planning for almost a week?
Sure, until that night comes and unless it’s me calling the shots and making the plans than it won’t happen.
-Well let’s just get together for an hour!
-Great we can’t do it at my place how about yours?
-I’d rather not, thanks. (I hate having people over at my house since it is really small and nothing can be kept private.)
Okay, so maybe that isn’t how it goes, but it really feels like it is. It’s my fault for trying to be a leader every time that I get into a group. And then when it comes to plans, I don’t want to actually go through with them because I am afraid of commitment and unless I know weeks in advanced that something is coming, I get to afraid to plan it. Okay, this entire paragraph was nothing but a senseless mess. So basically because I’m not trying to get a hold of anyone and lay down the law, things are falling apart. My phone is currently off and I am refusing to even make any sort of plans because they aren’t want I wanted to happen. I guess I’m just some spoiled brat? I need things to go my way or they can’t go at all. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it goes.
Point? I am trying to get out of walking the dorm rooms with my parents to sleep over at my friends house tonight, but I don’t want to sleepover at my friends house because the plans are falling through in crazy amounts of chaos. So basically I am complaining about the fact that everything is actually quite okay in my life. Since I really deep down don’t want to go out with my friends tonight. And I really do want to go help my parents out in the gross dorm halls that I hate. So it all works out? It’s just really frustrating to want to do something with your friends and in the end have it just completely go the opposite way. I guess that is what I get for having the friends that I have. It’s just a guaranteed thing. Basically the only reason that my life is so complicated is because I am bipolar. I can’t deny it much longer honestly. I am just happy one minute, sad the next, stand offish (is offish a word?) later. *sigh* welcome to my life.
Current music: ALL CAPS
Current project: Finishing the 3rd Harry Potter book…again.
Youtube video you should see: lumos flies
I am the type of person who likes to complain…A LOT. And the sad thing is I really don’t have anything to complain about. In fact, I am really blessed to have the things in life that I do. I’m blessed to have the family I have, and the friends I have, and all that jazz, but I feel like I need to complain about every little thing in my life that goes wrong.
I am really lucky to have a mom who works at the local college, but as many good things as it brings, it does have its bad moments. On the good side, I get a 75% discount when I go there. On the bad side, I HAVE to go there. No matter how much I want to go to either UCLA of UC of Berkley, I have to go to the local college. It’s the only sensible thing for me to do. Another good thing is that I’ve grown up at the college so I know people meaning that I got two jobs up there usually just for college students when I was 16. Another bad thing would be that I get the joy of walking through the dormitories during winter break to listen for running water or unwanted alarms. Since the students are away for three weeks, the dorms are left untended and the managers, and lucky me, their families, have to go and make sure that everything is up to standards. Why they can’t have the housekeepers do this, I don’t know. The lovely housekeepers are after all always complaining about not having enough hours anyway, so you’d think they’d be more than happy to do it. Not really. They would probably be just as excited about going as I am.
Not that I don’t mind going up to the college and walking through the dark, creepy, lonely hallways with silence and nothing but doors surrounding me. I mean, it’s a great way to waste away my vacation. And my mom gets paid for it. I should probably say now that it wouldn’t be a big deal that I didn’t want to go walk with my mom and dad if it wasn’t for the fact that the money was going towards my trip this summer to L.A. So now I feel really guilty that I am trying to get out of it. Not that getting out of it is really working.
I hate trying to make plans with people.
-Maybe a sleepover tonight that we have been planning for almost a week?
Sure, until that night comes and unless it’s me calling the shots and making the plans than it won’t happen.
-Well let’s just get together for an hour!
-Great we can’t do it at my place how about yours?
-I’d rather not, thanks. (I hate having people over at my house since it is really small and nothing can be kept private.)
Okay, so maybe that isn’t how it goes, but it really feels like it is. It’s my fault for trying to be a leader every time that I get into a group. And then when it comes to plans, I don’t want to actually go through with them because I am afraid of commitment and unless I know weeks in advanced that something is coming, I get to afraid to plan it. Okay, this entire paragraph was nothing but a senseless mess. So basically because I’m not trying to get a hold of anyone and lay down the law, things are falling apart. My phone is currently off and I am refusing to even make any sort of plans because they aren’t want I wanted to happen. I guess I’m just some spoiled brat? I need things to go my way or they can’t go at all. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it goes.
Point? I am trying to get out of walking the dorm rooms with my parents to sleep over at my friends house tonight, but I don’t want to sleepover at my friends house because the plans are falling through in crazy amounts of chaos. So basically I am complaining about the fact that everything is actually quite okay in my life. Since I really deep down don’t want to go out with my friends tonight. And I really do want to go help my parents out in the gross dorm halls that I hate. So it all works out? It’s just really frustrating to want to do something with your friends and in the end have it just completely go the opposite way. I guess that is what I get for having the friends that I have. It’s just a guaranteed thing. Basically the only reason that my life is so complicated is because I am bipolar. I can’t deny it much longer honestly. I am just happy one minute, sad the next, stand offish (is offish a word?) later. *sigh* welcome to my life.
Current music: ALL CAPS
Current project: Finishing the 3rd Harry Potter book…again.
Youtube video you should see: lumos flies
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Just starting out
This is going to be a short blog. It’s currently 12:14 a.m. and everyone in my house is asleep but me, so I should probably go hop in bed here shortly.
This is my first ever blog. I don’t know if I will even like blogging or if it is something that I will be even good at. Okay, let me just ask this question: Can you be good or bad at blogging? If so, then I will probably be wish washy for awhile between good posts and bad posts.
A little about me I guess. My name is Kat. I think that can now be seen in three areas of this site. I am currently 18 and I am a senior in high school/freshman in college. WHAT? Yea, you read that right. I take three high school classes and I am, once the semester begins taking my fourth and fifth college classes. Most people think that it’s a wonderful idea that I am getting college credits out of the way. Sure, it might be, but I really don’t think it’s all that people make “Dual Enrollment” out to be. I don’t fit in in the college community. I mean, I can’t go out to parties, not that I would, and I can’t go out with the college kids without feeling weird. And at the same time, I can’t really fit in with the High School kids either because I don’t feel like I belong with them anymore. UGH! Life is so complicated.
I am a Harry Potter nerd. I love reading the books and I love the movies. Within the last month I have also gotten into WizRock which is a lot of fun. I HATE Twilight. Edward Cullen is not perfect I don't care what you say! End of story. I will not waste my time with that junk! Sorry if that offends anyone. It’s just my honest opinion.
I like to write. Someday I hope to be published. That would be awesome. What would be more awesome would be if I was able to sell some of the scripts that I write. Yea, that would be cool. I have only been scripting for about a year, not even, but I love it so much. If you haven’t tried it, you should. You would be surprised at how much you can do without knowing what you are doing. If that makes any sense.
I don’t know what much I can tell you. Most of what you will learn about me will come in my posts. Like I said, it’s late and I just wanted to make a quick blog about me. Hope you guys enjoy. (The whole one of you who probably read this!)
This is my first ever blog. I don’t know if I will even like blogging or if it is something that I will be even good at. Okay, let me just ask this question: Can you be good or bad at blogging? If so, then I will probably be wish washy for awhile between good posts and bad posts.
A little about me I guess. My name is Kat. I think that can now be seen in three areas of this site. I am currently 18 and I am a senior in high school/freshman in college. WHAT? Yea, you read that right. I take three high school classes and I am, once the semester begins taking my fourth and fifth college classes. Most people think that it’s a wonderful idea that I am getting college credits out of the way. Sure, it might be, but I really don’t think it’s all that people make “Dual Enrollment” out to be. I don’t fit in in the college community. I mean, I can’t go out to parties, not that I would, and I can’t go out with the college kids without feeling weird. And at the same time, I can’t really fit in with the High School kids either because I don’t feel like I belong with them anymore. UGH! Life is so complicated.
I am a Harry Potter nerd. I love reading the books and I love the movies. Within the last month I have also gotten into WizRock which is a lot of fun. I HATE Twilight. Edward Cullen is not perfect I don't care what you say! End of story. I will not waste my time with that junk! Sorry if that offends anyone. It’s just my honest opinion.
I like to write. Someday I hope to be published. That would be awesome. What would be more awesome would be if I was able to sell some of the scripts that I write. Yea, that would be cool. I have only been scripting for about a year, not even, but I love it so much. If you haven’t tried it, you should. You would be surprised at how much you can do without knowing what you are doing. If that makes any sense.
I don’t know what much I can tell you. Most of what you will learn about me will come in my posts. Like I said, it’s late and I just wanted to make a quick blog about me. Hope you guys enjoy. (The whole one of you who probably read this!)
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