That deserves a blog post of it's own.
Oh, and I passed my Senior Presentation. I had fun doing it, oddly enough, I have to write a memo about something or another, so fun.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
The biggest Mistake of My Life
Taking the English class entitled The Short Story at the tender age of 18 was probably the biggest mistake of my life. No make that WAS the biggest mistake in my life, no probably about it. Not that I didn’t at points enjoy the class and at points do well, I mean I got a 93% on my last paper which was really awesome to be honest, but I realize now at the age of 18, I wasn’t ready for a class like that.
I’m still in high school. I’m still learning what’s right and wrong in the world, what’s good and bad, and what my limits are. I’m not a good writer, I know that from the start, yet something compelled me to take a 100 level English class without ever having taken Freshman English. I admit that I enjoyed the class at times. It was a different atmosphere from the normal lecture sort of class. We actually had open discussions about the short stories we would read and we would openly talk about what we thought. My Professor insisted that there was no such thing as a wrong interpretation of the story, and for the longest time, I believed him.
Things were going great at first, but as the class went on I came to realize that I was far too young and far too fragile hearted for such a class. I would read the stories, gather my opinions, and go to class excited about what I had to say. Yet it seemed that everything I had to say about these stories we would read got shot down by my Professor as meaningless and irrelevant. I seemed to be the one who misinterpreted the stories the naïve one who had no idea what she was really talking about.
I’m young. I’m still discovering the world, so being shot down isn’t what I would consider to be exactly pleasant. In fact, most of the time it sent me into a state of complete depression. I felt so dumb all the time. I was afraid to open my mouth in class because I was afraid that I would say something that my Professor disagreed with. For the first time in a college class I was in, I felt young. I still felt like a high school kid trying to fit into a college community. With my calc class I’m at the top of the class, I feel like a college student there. But in my English class, there I felt like a senior in high school. A girl who couldn’t gather her thoughts the right way, the girl who thought that there was a right way to gather thoughts. I felt small, smaller than I had ever felt before, and it was like that every Monday and Tuesday.
It took a toll after sometime and I really couldn’t think for myself. If I did I was wrong and if I didn’t I was safe because I knew that someone else somewhere felt the same way. I look all the stories up online to make sure that my ideas matched someone else’s, and only then did I open my mouth.
That’s why I am having such trouble with my final paper. There’s no help for me out there. I can’t find notes for the story my paper is on out there and we aren’t having a class discussion so I can’t steal anyone else’s ideas.
Basically, I feel like taking that class was the biggest mistake in my young high school career. I wasn’t ready for that world. I wasn’t ready to be thrown into a classroom with adults who knew what they were thinking and who know the world for what it is. I’m too young, and I’m too naïve.
In other news, I have nine pages of my script left to write by Friday. It’s the worst little script that I’ve written and I can’t wait to trash it and move back onto writing my NaNoWriMo which is still only 70,000 words and 93 pages and only about 2/3 the way done. It needs a lot of work and I just can’t wait to get back to it.
Tomorrow is my Senior Presentation which determines if I graduate High School. I’m more stressed out than words can say and I can’t wait to get it out of my way. I spent over an hour today trying to print out my power point because I couldn’t get a printer anywhere to work for me. My mother and I, who used to be really close but hardly get along any longer, are once again at each other’s throats because of this. I went to her office to print my power point but her printer wasn’t working. Thus I called to see if it was something I was doing and she proceeded to yell at me about it so I hung up on her. Okay, so yea, there’s another wonderful example of how I can’t seem to grow up, but that’s that.
Part of me wants to fail tomorrow. Just to fail. I don’t know, it would just ice the top of my wonderful cake so perfectly. I have to write a memo if I pass. I don’t know what the memo has to be about, and I don’t know how to write a memo. I think it’s more effort to pass than it is to just fail and represent some other time. Then again if I fail I have to write a memo too. What’s with the world and memos. Can’t I just write a blog about it instead? Oh wait, we’ve all seen how well I am at that.
Alright, well I was just complaining to my parents how stressed I was so I probably shouldn’t be sitting here writing this blog post. Guess I’ll be heading off to do some scripting before working on my presentation. The end.
I’m still in high school. I’m still learning what’s right and wrong in the world, what’s good and bad, and what my limits are. I’m not a good writer, I know that from the start, yet something compelled me to take a 100 level English class without ever having taken Freshman English. I admit that I enjoyed the class at times. It was a different atmosphere from the normal lecture sort of class. We actually had open discussions about the short stories we would read and we would openly talk about what we thought. My Professor insisted that there was no such thing as a wrong interpretation of the story, and for the longest time, I believed him.
Things were going great at first, but as the class went on I came to realize that I was far too young and far too fragile hearted for such a class. I would read the stories, gather my opinions, and go to class excited about what I had to say. Yet it seemed that everything I had to say about these stories we would read got shot down by my Professor as meaningless and irrelevant. I seemed to be the one who misinterpreted the stories the naïve one who had no idea what she was really talking about.
I’m young. I’m still discovering the world, so being shot down isn’t what I would consider to be exactly pleasant. In fact, most of the time it sent me into a state of complete depression. I felt so dumb all the time. I was afraid to open my mouth in class because I was afraid that I would say something that my Professor disagreed with. For the first time in a college class I was in, I felt young. I still felt like a high school kid trying to fit into a college community. With my calc class I’m at the top of the class, I feel like a college student there. But in my English class, there I felt like a senior in high school. A girl who couldn’t gather her thoughts the right way, the girl who thought that there was a right way to gather thoughts. I felt small, smaller than I had ever felt before, and it was like that every Monday and Tuesday.
It took a toll after sometime and I really couldn’t think for myself. If I did I was wrong and if I didn’t I was safe because I knew that someone else somewhere felt the same way. I look all the stories up online to make sure that my ideas matched someone else’s, and only then did I open my mouth.
That’s why I am having such trouble with my final paper. There’s no help for me out there. I can’t find notes for the story my paper is on out there and we aren’t having a class discussion so I can’t steal anyone else’s ideas.
Basically, I feel like taking that class was the biggest mistake in my young high school career. I wasn’t ready for that world. I wasn’t ready to be thrown into a classroom with adults who knew what they were thinking and who know the world for what it is. I’m too young, and I’m too naïve.
In other news, I have nine pages of my script left to write by Friday. It’s the worst little script that I’ve written and I can’t wait to trash it and move back onto writing my NaNoWriMo which is still only 70,000 words and 93 pages and only about 2/3 the way done. It needs a lot of work and I just can’t wait to get back to it.
Tomorrow is my Senior Presentation which determines if I graduate High School. I’m more stressed out than words can say and I can’t wait to get it out of my way. I spent over an hour today trying to print out my power point because I couldn’t get a printer anywhere to work for me. My mother and I, who used to be really close but hardly get along any longer, are once again at each other’s throats because of this. I went to her office to print my power point but her printer wasn’t working. Thus I called to see if it was something I was doing and she proceeded to yell at me about it so I hung up on her. Okay, so yea, there’s another wonderful example of how I can’t seem to grow up, but that’s that.
Part of me wants to fail tomorrow. Just to fail. I don’t know, it would just ice the top of my wonderful cake so perfectly. I have to write a memo if I pass. I don’t know what the memo has to be about, and I don’t know how to write a memo. I think it’s more effort to pass than it is to just fail and represent some other time. Then again if I fail I have to write a memo too. What’s with the world and memos. Can’t I just write a blog about it instead? Oh wait, we’ve all seen how well I am at that.
Alright, well I was just complaining to my parents how stressed I was so I probably shouldn’t be sitting here writing this blog post. Guess I’ll be heading off to do some scripting before working on my presentation. The end.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Interesting Omegle Chat. (Warning: Controversial topics)
Okay, so I spend a little bit of time pwning people on Omegle, but today I had a really interesting converstaion with someone.
You: Ask me any questions!
Stranger: why is the sky blue?
Stranger: is there a god?
You: well that is because of how the particles seperate and how light absorbs into those particles
Stranger: angelina jolie or jennifer aniston?
You: yes there is a god
You: Jennifer Aniston
Stranger: thank god! u passed!
Stranger: :)
You: good
Stranger: does 3 =6 equal 9?
You: no
You: it eqauls cat sticking out it's tongue
Stranger: how cuuuuute! i never even noticed that lol
You: hahahaha
Stranger: why do u think people are greedy?
You: because it has become human nature for people to want things that they cannot have or to want things that others want. It has become part of our evolution
Stranger: is it the teachers job to teach ur children sexual education
You: to a point
You: they should teach the anatomy of it and teh STD stuff, but that's it
You: birthing babies and stuff is the parents job
Stranger: should the teach abstinece ?
You: they should teach that the idea is out there. Other than that it should be up to the parents and the parents morals. Or it should be up to church youth groups and such
Stranger: should church be separated in school?
You: no. kids should have the right to read the bible, pray, and even hold religous groups in school
Stranger: would u be able to blackmail soomeone knowing u would never get caught?
You: sadly yes. as bad as that is I would be ABLE to.
Stranger: is abortion murder?
You: yes
You: hands down you are still killing somehting that is or has potential to be living. And it can't be proven when something is alive so we must assume it is
Stranger: wat about stem cell reseach?
You: i am iffy about that. I understand doing it but at the same time I don't think it's as needed as they say it is. That and I don't know all that much about it yet.
Stranger: wat is a girl was raped.. would abortion be acceptable?
You: no. it's still a live child. She could put it up for adaption. That would be much more acceptable and the baby would have a chance to live instead of being denied that chance.
You: (although I say this and i know how hypocritical i would be. if i got raped and was pregnent I would probably consider abortion)
You: it;s one of those things that is so hard to preach about because some of the aweful situations girls get put in. If they don't want their parents to know and they will get kicked out if they find out and such is what makes it such a hard thing to consider.
Stranger: is being gay a sin?
You: But as my viewpoint it is murder
You: According to the bible God does not look foundly on it and believes marriage should be between a male and a female. With that said, yes. But I personally do not mind it
Stranger: they should not be married?
You: right. Marraige should technically be between a male and a female.
Stranger: should gay people have the rites of a married couple without it being considered marriage
Stranger: ?
You: I think that legally they would need to be married to have the same rights as a married couple. They could live together just fine. Just leagally it would be only fair for the to have to be married to have the same rights
Stranger: wat if ur brother was gay? would u feel any different?
You: No. I would still think that he should not marry another man but if he was in love I would support him because he was my brother so long as he did not wed.
I just wanted to share this because it actually covered some topics that I am really intersted in. Sorry for spelling and grammar, I didn't go through and edit our conversation. I don't mean to offend ANYONE out there. These are my opinions and opinions are allowed to differ between people.
Let me know your views!
Page count- 13/100
You: Ask me any questions!
Stranger: why is the sky blue?
Stranger: is there a god?
You: well that is because of how the particles seperate and how light absorbs into those particles
Stranger: angelina jolie or jennifer aniston?
You: yes there is a god
You: Jennifer Aniston
Stranger: thank god! u passed!
Stranger: :)
You: good
Stranger: does 3 =6 equal 9?
You: no
You: it eqauls cat sticking out it's tongue
Stranger: how cuuuuute! i never even noticed that lol
You: hahahaha
Stranger: why do u think people are greedy?
You: because it has become human nature for people to want things that they cannot have or to want things that others want. It has become part of our evolution
Stranger: is it the teachers job to teach ur children sexual education
You: to a point
You: they should teach the anatomy of it and teh STD stuff, but that's it
You: birthing babies and stuff is the parents job
Stranger: should the teach abstinece ?
You: they should teach that the idea is out there. Other than that it should be up to the parents and the parents morals. Or it should be up to church youth groups and such
Stranger: should church be separated in school?
You: no. kids should have the right to read the bible, pray, and even hold religous groups in school
Stranger: would u be able to blackmail soomeone knowing u would never get caught?
You: sadly yes. as bad as that is I would be ABLE to.
Stranger: is abortion murder?
You: yes
You: hands down you are still killing somehting that is or has potential to be living. And it can't be proven when something is alive so we must assume it is
Stranger: wat about stem cell reseach?
You: i am iffy about that. I understand doing it but at the same time I don't think it's as needed as they say it is. That and I don't know all that much about it yet.
Stranger: wat is a girl was raped.. would abortion be acceptable?
You: no. it's still a live child. She could put it up for adaption. That would be much more acceptable and the baby would have a chance to live instead of being denied that chance.
You: (although I say this and i know how hypocritical i would be. if i got raped and was pregnent I would probably consider abortion)
You: it;s one of those things that is so hard to preach about because some of the aweful situations girls get put in. If they don't want their parents to know and they will get kicked out if they find out and such is what makes it such a hard thing to consider.
Stranger: is being gay a sin?
You: But as my viewpoint it is murder
You: According to the bible God does not look foundly on it and believes marriage should be between a male and a female. With that said, yes. But I personally do not mind it
Stranger: they should not be married?
You: right. Marraige should technically be between a male and a female.
Stranger: should gay people have the rites of a married couple without it being considered marriage
Stranger: ?
You: I think that legally they would need to be married to have the same rights as a married couple. They could live together just fine. Just leagally it would be only fair for the to have to be married to have the same rights
Stranger: wat if ur brother was gay? would u feel any different?
You: No. I would still think that he should not marry another man but if he was in love I would support him because he was my brother so long as he did not wed.
I just wanted to share this because it actually covered some topics that I am really intersted in. Sorry for spelling and grammar, I didn't go through and edit our conversation. I don't mean to offend ANYONE out there. These are my opinions and opinions are allowed to differ between people.
Let me know your views!
Page count- 13/100
Friday, April 2, 2010
BYOF
FINE! FINE! I’ll update! If you insist! I only say this because I now look to the right and see that thanks to script Frenzy I have two followers. I guess I will break this blog into a few parts.
1. I will finally tell you my dentist story
2. I will tell you about the Behrend Fire
3. The disaster with Kim
4. Update on my classes
5. Blog every day in April/Script Frenzy
6. My L.A. trip
It is currently ten thirty at night and I have SOOOO much crap I need to do so I will probably make all these real quick points.
So hurrah dentist story. As you possibly know, in December I went and had that lovely cavity that I didn’t believe to really exist filled. Well I had to go back a week later because it was extremely painful. I couldn’t even eat without excruciating pain shooting through my mouth. So I went back and they fixed the bite and said that it should feel better in a few days…as I already said though, dentists are decepticons. It didn’t stop hurting and in fact the pains were getting worse. This pain went on for months and my parents would not believe me that I was in pain, plus I really didn’t want to go back to the dentist and seem like a pansy for needing to get my teeth checked out again. After two months of this pain I came to think it may never go away. I thought that maybe they damaged a nerve when they drilled into my teeth and could only think of one possible answer, root canal. YUCK! Thankfully, the pain has gone away in the past week, or I have gotten extremely used to it, but either way, no more dentists for me.
The Behrend Fire. As you know my mother works at the local college where I take classes and will attend full time come fall. What you don’t know is that she is a manager at one of the dining halls. That same dining hall caught fire March 1st. Here check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBVzdPkNj3U I basically spent a lot of time at the dining hall growing it up and I never expected to hear the words “Dobbins is on fire!” But I did. Here’s the fun story. It was around midnight which is the time that I take showers at night. It was especially strange because both of the household showers at the time were broken and I had to use my parents’ shower which was the lesser of the leaking showers. I had just gotten out of the shower when my mother comes bounding in the bedroom and says to my sleeping dad, “I’m going to work. Behrend is on fire.” Being the naïve little girl I am I thought that it was just a small little fire that they were going to put out easy. Too bad I was wrong. Basically, the entire building is a mess and everything is useless. So construction is started and the dining hall is moved to another building. Even a month later it’s still affecting me. I don’t see my mother very much and things at work (I work at the other dining hall) are still really crazy because we have to make up for the lack of what not-dobbins has. UGH!
Kim. Monday morning by best friend Kim (the one from Butterbeer night) went into the hospital. She was having crazy stomach pains and cramps and hadn’t eaten for two or so weeks. Not good. She’s been in the hospital all week and it’s not looking like it’s going to let up any time soon. So I will probably be spending a lot of time visiting her in the hospital or just worrying about her. So that adds to my stress of life.
Speaking of stress. I have a huge English report due in two weeks. It’s on the story “You’re Ugly, Too” if you’ve ever read it PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I really want help with my essay because I need to get an A on it for my high school graduation’s sake. I have a calc test coming up in a few weeks as well. Curve sketching and max min problems are going to kill me. I hate calc. I have to tutor a lot of the kids in my calc class, and I’m not in college yet! CRAZY! Let’s see what else. I have AP tests coming up the same week of finals. Finals being the first week in May that is. If you haven’t taken an AP test you seriously have no idea how freaking stressful they are. It’s pure insanity. So school wise there is a lot going on. I don’t know how I am going to be able to handle it. Not to mention I have a handful of scholarships to do this month. April is the magical month of scholarship deadlines I guess!
Speaking of April’s magic. I AM NOT GOING TO DO BLOG EVERY DAY IN APRIL, so don’t ask. I have a hard enough time blogging to begin with. I am on the other hand doing Script Frenzy? Wait, what’s Script Frenzy? Well, person I do not know by name yet, Script Frenzy is a fun event that parallels NaNoWriMo. Basically, in all its glory, you have to write a one hundred page script in the month of April. That’s 100 pages in 30 days. I did it last year and I am going to do it again this year. Already I am far behind in my story. I am six pages in, haven’t introduced more than two of the character, don’t know how I am going to introduced the others, and hell, I don’t even know what I’m writing about. So far my plot goes something about this new ability for genetic testing to be done where patents can “splitz” their body parts. Basically you can have cat eyes, cat ears, bat ears, whatever you want. And then somewhere along the line kids get kidnapped and this reject government group turns them all into schizophrenics and they try to escape. No joke, that’s what I know of my plot. Um….well this month calls out epic fail. Anywho, my screenplay is called Schizotest check me out on ScriptFrenzy.org username Kathryn Cassand.
Least but not last, who wants to hear about the reason why today was notsome? As I have said before I am going on a trip to L.A. for a week this summer. Today I got some yummy information on said trip. Turns out that, I already knew I was going to the Channel Islands outside L.A., that we aren’t even stepping foot inside the actual city, or for that matter inside an actual hotel. We are going to be camping on a beach for an entire week. Okay okay, now you’re probably saying “What’s wrong with camping, Kat. You are a Girl Scout after all.” SURE okay, great, I’m a girl scout. That doesn’t mean that I have to LIKE camping. Hell, it doesn’t even mean that camping has to be in my repertoire. I don’t do camping, let alone camping for a week. Where am I going to take a shower, where am I going to wash my hair, where am I going to charge my phone, or my batteries for my camera so I can take pictures and shoot videos for my currently nonexistent vlog (www.youtube.com/thekatsout)? These are the reasons that I do not like camping. Now, I believe it wouldn’t be as big a deal if they had TOLD us before we applied for the trip that we were going to be camping. Those are the sort of things that make people not want to go on trips. I mean, come on, I have toughed through Alaska, and we got to stay in a super nice lodge with three meals. I have to bring tuberware to eat my meals in and my own fork. WTF? Why didn’t you warn us this was a BYOF event? (I think BYOF is going to be my new saying. When I get angry about something I am just going to scream BYOF!) I think the best part is though that I have to send them my measurement FOR A WETSUIT! We’re going kayaking, which I am pumped about because I love Kayaking, but we’re going kayaking in wetsuits. If someone could supply for me why I need a wetsuit for kayaking I would be really appreciative. I haven’t figured out the reasoning behind a wetsuit. Let me tell you though, this Kat will not wear a wetsuit. Nope, sorry, count me out. I don’t have the confidence in my body to be caught dead wearing a wetsuit, and no matter what I do, I can’t lose the weight that I would have to in order to even feel good about my body. So no wet suit for me I guess. So because of this lovely information I have been in a terrible mood all night and my parents have just been making it worse by trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. Let me tell you, there is a lot wrong with me.
Okay, I’m going to end my rant. I need to work on my essay. Remember not just DFTBA but BYOF.
1. I will finally tell you my dentist story
2. I will tell you about the Behrend Fire
3. The disaster with Kim
4. Update on my classes
5. Blog every day in April/Script Frenzy
6. My L.A. trip
It is currently ten thirty at night and I have SOOOO much crap I need to do so I will probably make all these real quick points.
So hurrah dentist story. As you possibly know, in December I went and had that lovely cavity that I didn’t believe to really exist filled. Well I had to go back a week later because it was extremely painful. I couldn’t even eat without excruciating pain shooting through my mouth. So I went back and they fixed the bite and said that it should feel better in a few days…as I already said though, dentists are decepticons. It didn’t stop hurting and in fact the pains were getting worse. This pain went on for months and my parents would not believe me that I was in pain, plus I really didn’t want to go back to the dentist and seem like a pansy for needing to get my teeth checked out again. After two months of this pain I came to think it may never go away. I thought that maybe they damaged a nerve when they drilled into my teeth and could only think of one possible answer, root canal. YUCK! Thankfully, the pain has gone away in the past week, or I have gotten extremely used to it, but either way, no more dentists for me.
The Behrend Fire. As you know my mother works at the local college where I take classes and will attend full time come fall. What you don’t know is that she is a manager at one of the dining halls. That same dining hall caught fire March 1st. Here check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBVzdPkNj3U I basically spent a lot of time at the dining hall growing it up and I never expected to hear the words “Dobbins is on fire!” But I did. Here’s the fun story. It was around midnight which is the time that I take showers at night. It was especially strange because both of the household showers at the time were broken and I had to use my parents’ shower which was the lesser of the leaking showers. I had just gotten out of the shower when my mother comes bounding in the bedroom and says to my sleeping dad, “I’m going to work. Behrend is on fire.” Being the naïve little girl I am I thought that it was just a small little fire that they were going to put out easy. Too bad I was wrong. Basically, the entire building is a mess and everything is useless. So construction is started and the dining hall is moved to another building. Even a month later it’s still affecting me. I don’t see my mother very much and things at work (I work at the other dining hall) are still really crazy because we have to make up for the lack of what not-dobbins has. UGH!
Kim. Monday morning by best friend Kim (the one from Butterbeer night) went into the hospital. She was having crazy stomach pains and cramps and hadn’t eaten for two or so weeks. Not good. She’s been in the hospital all week and it’s not looking like it’s going to let up any time soon. So I will probably be spending a lot of time visiting her in the hospital or just worrying about her. So that adds to my stress of life.
Speaking of stress. I have a huge English report due in two weeks. It’s on the story “You’re Ugly, Too” if you’ve ever read it PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I really want help with my essay because I need to get an A on it for my high school graduation’s sake. I have a calc test coming up in a few weeks as well. Curve sketching and max min problems are going to kill me. I hate calc. I have to tutor a lot of the kids in my calc class, and I’m not in college yet! CRAZY! Let’s see what else. I have AP tests coming up the same week of finals. Finals being the first week in May that is. If you haven’t taken an AP test you seriously have no idea how freaking stressful they are. It’s pure insanity. So school wise there is a lot going on. I don’t know how I am going to be able to handle it. Not to mention I have a handful of scholarships to do this month. April is the magical month of scholarship deadlines I guess!
Speaking of April’s magic. I AM NOT GOING TO DO BLOG EVERY DAY IN APRIL, so don’t ask. I have a hard enough time blogging to begin with. I am on the other hand doing Script Frenzy? Wait, what’s Script Frenzy? Well, person I do not know by name yet, Script Frenzy is a fun event that parallels NaNoWriMo. Basically, in all its glory, you have to write a one hundred page script in the month of April. That’s 100 pages in 30 days. I did it last year and I am going to do it again this year. Already I am far behind in my story. I am six pages in, haven’t introduced more than two of the character, don’t know how I am going to introduced the others, and hell, I don’t even know what I’m writing about. So far my plot goes something about this new ability for genetic testing to be done where patents can “splitz” their body parts. Basically you can have cat eyes, cat ears, bat ears, whatever you want. And then somewhere along the line kids get kidnapped and this reject government group turns them all into schizophrenics and they try to escape. No joke, that’s what I know of my plot. Um….well this month calls out epic fail. Anywho, my screenplay is called Schizotest check me out on ScriptFrenzy.org username Kathryn Cassand.
Least but not last, who wants to hear about the reason why today was notsome? As I have said before I am going on a trip to L.A. for a week this summer. Today I got some yummy information on said trip. Turns out that, I already knew I was going to the Channel Islands outside L.A., that we aren’t even stepping foot inside the actual city, or for that matter inside an actual hotel. We are going to be camping on a beach for an entire week. Okay okay, now you’re probably saying “What’s wrong with camping, Kat. You are a Girl Scout after all.” SURE okay, great, I’m a girl scout. That doesn’t mean that I have to LIKE camping. Hell, it doesn’t even mean that camping has to be in my repertoire. I don’t do camping, let alone camping for a week. Where am I going to take a shower, where am I going to wash my hair, where am I going to charge my phone, or my batteries for my camera so I can take pictures and shoot videos for my currently nonexistent vlog (www.youtube.com/thekatsout)? These are the reasons that I do not like camping. Now, I believe it wouldn’t be as big a deal if they had TOLD us before we applied for the trip that we were going to be camping. Those are the sort of things that make people not want to go on trips. I mean, come on, I have toughed through Alaska, and we got to stay in a super nice lodge with three meals. I have to bring tuberware to eat my meals in and my own fork. WTF? Why didn’t you warn us this was a BYOF event? (I think BYOF is going to be my new saying. When I get angry about something I am just going to scream BYOF!) I think the best part is though that I have to send them my measurement FOR A WETSUIT! We’re going kayaking, which I am pumped about because I love Kayaking, but we’re going kayaking in wetsuits. If someone could supply for me why I need a wetsuit for kayaking I would be really appreciative. I haven’t figured out the reasoning behind a wetsuit. Let me tell you though, this Kat will not wear a wetsuit. Nope, sorry, count me out. I don’t have the confidence in my body to be caught dead wearing a wetsuit, and no matter what I do, I can’t lose the weight that I would have to in order to even feel good about my body. So no wet suit for me I guess. So because of this lovely information I have been in a terrible mood all night and my parents have just been making it worse by trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. Let me tell you, there is a lot wrong with me.
Okay, I’m going to end my rant. I need to work on my essay. Remember not just DFTBA but BYOF.
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