Extemporaneously Kate

Everything by the seat of my pants!

Going out tonight. (closet lolita)

Posted by Kate on 8:13 PM
So i'm headed out tonight with my sister-in-law for some fun on the town.  I dunno what to wear but since I never ever go out anymore i'm thinking of going bat shit crazy and putting together a gothic lolita type outfit.  Now, as I've said before, i'm not actually hardcore into lolita fashion like alot of you are but I know what sucks and I know what ita is so I should be alright.  besides, I doubt there are going to be any 'litas @ the local bar so I'll be alright.  If anything, I'll tell them I'm a drag queen.  That usually works.

Anyhow, I've got this one piece dress with a nice flounce to the skirt, this kick ass waist cincher from ren-fest, and a lovely black petticoat.  Then I'm going to wear black tights, some lovely purple platforms, and this awesome half wig.

Maybe.  I might chicken out and wear jeans and a cute top.

EDIT:  On second thought, after brushing out my half wig, it looks terrible.  It was sitting in the back of my car for a while....  so nix the wig.

EDIT EDIT: I put it all on and it was actually cute for shit I pulled out of my closet but I chickened out.  LOL  another time.

El Orphanato (The Orphanage)

Posted by Kate on 3:01 PM
I love scary movies.  LOVE THEM.  And I'm really picky about them.  They either have to sweep me away with a story, scare the shit out of me, or make me uncomfortable yet intrigued.  Or just look really awesome.  This movie came really close to doing all four.   I didn't have the ever loving crapola scared out of me but it got pretty suspenseful from time to time.


El Orphanato (the orphanage)  is a 2007 Guillermo Del Toro movie.  It's in Spanish, which I love listening to, and its subtitled.  I usually don't watch subbed movies while I'm crocheting because I want to be able to follow a movie without having to stop what I'm doing.  I thought that since it was in Spanish, it wouldn't be a big deal since I know some Spanish and I can pretty much follow along.  In this movie, they were talking at the speed of light.  I'm sure thats what it sounds like to non-English speakers when they hear us speak but I was still amused.  Plus, we talk slow in the south.  lol


Anyway, the movie.  Wonderful!  It all had that washed out filter going for it.  Some people think thats over used but I love it.  I think its pretty and it sets the tone with out having too much cheese.  The music was alright as well.  nothing really special but it did well for the movie.    The acting was really good too.

The premise of the movie is basically a woman who comes back to live in the orphanage she grew up in decides to reopen it as a home for handicapped kids.  She also has an adopted son who has imaginary friends.  he ends up disappearing and then all sorts of creepiness ensues.  It does get a little slow in the middle but over all, it keeps  your attention.  I really loved the ending.

Trailer! :D

(every time i hear that voice, i'm reminded of pablo fransisco)

Over all, this is definitely a movie to watch if you're staying in on a Saturday night.  Its not too scary to where you can't watch it alone and trust your underpants to stand the test of time, but its scary enough to where if you cuddle up on someone, its understandable.   Watched it on netflix.

Another Layout.

Posted by Kate on 12:08 PM
I got this from somewhere online.  I almost like it.  I just need to bite the bullet and just write one with CSS.  Too lazy. :(

Cozy the world.

Posted by Kate on 12:30 PM
Starting with Wall Street.


Plarn, The Fall, and Dr. Pithy.

Posted by Kate on 3:17 PM
I decided to make some plarn.  For those of you who are saying, "wtf is plarn?", I'll explain.  Plarn is basically plastic yarn.   You can make it out of plastic film.  Most people use plastic shopping bags.  its a great way to recycle.  

I had a bunch of plastic bags and instead of shoving them in a kitchen drawer, telling myself I'd use them someday, or throwing them away, i decided to make plarn! :D   And with this plarn, I made this:

hooray for recycling!

Plarn is a little hard on your hands verses regular yarn.  It doesn't have much give.  It sure is fun to work with though and feels so cool!  It insulates well too.  Especially with heated stuff.  So this coozie was pretty fun and I'll definitely do this again.  


Also I saw a kick ass movie with a few friends last night.  The Fall, which came out in 2006, is about a guy and this little girl who are in a hospital together.  Its set in the 1920's.  He's telling her stories to get her to steal morphine for him.  Its a beautiful movie.  Have some pictures! :D




The visuals are amazing.  And the costuming was FREAKING AWESOME.


that guy in the pimp jacket is charles darwin. ^_^


If you want to watch something that just stunning as well as a great story, watch this movie.  Its on netflix.  

Lastly, (oh wow!  center alignment.  ok.)  Dr. Pithington.  My other cat, Pithius, has a crap ton of nicknames like the rest of my pets.  Usually he's Pithy-cat.  sometimes he's Pithington.  This month, for some reason, he's Dr. Pithington or Dr. Pithy.  Her he is, hanging out in my supply closet, watching me while I hang out at my desk.


That shadow makes him look alot fatter than he is.  He's the most cuddly cat i've ever known.  You can cuddle up with him and put a blanket over him and he will stay there, purring his head off.  Sometimes he slobs out on the arms of the couch, his arms splayed out on either side.  Dr. Pithy cracks me up.



And a little bit on Crochet.

Posted by Kate on 7:14 PM
I did some crochet today and broke out the old wrist support.  :D  I finished a meshy grocery bag yesterday with cotton.  Today, after balling a shit ton of roaming yarn, I decided to do this pattern.
Party Wristlets

I did one and it ended up all floppy and lame.  Now i'm not some sort of total newb who can't read a pattern.  I'm not saying i'm a goddess with the hook either but a pattern that says "easy" should fall into the catagory of "piece of cake."  It came out....well...  you'll see



Seriously.  WTF?  I redid it three times and still it was baggy and lame.  I'm throwing it into my scrap bag to use for later.  But my cat is laying on it.  -_-
dawww, i can't be mad at her ^_^

Anyway, Cat-ro aside (that's her name....i dunno why), that freaking pattern!!  I dunno what happened with that crap but that pattern was lame.  I'm not too sure I want to do another pattern from that site.  I had wanted to give this one a shot but in black or dark purple and carry a sparkly bit of thin yarn with it but I dunno if i want to do the whole thing and have it turn out funky.

We'll see.  In conclusion, here is one of our snakes.  My husband has some beefy mitts. :D

Yay snake!



Another Movie Rant.

Posted by Kate on 9:31 PM
You know what movie was awesome?  Machete was awesome.  And I'm not just saying that because I'm of Mexican decent.  I'm saying that because I genuinely loved it.  Much like The Fifth Element, which I watched every day for a year (a story for another time, kiddies), I could watch Machete (too lazy for underlines from this point on) again and again.

And again and again and again.


I man, just look at that face.  

That's the look of love.

After watching that movie, I felt closer to my people.  It was campy, trashy, bloody, and violent yet poignant as hell.  Now, I'm not going to go all "Brown Panther" on you right now and I had always taken the fact that I was born in the United States for granted but for some reason this stirred deep love for my Mexican brethren.  Leave it to blood, boobs, and guns to give me feelings shitty depressing border towns can't give.  This movie really appealed to my sense of justice, disdain for discrimination, and love for the campy 70's movies of yore.  

Actually, this post had no point really.


New layout.

Posted by Kate on 4:38 PM
I kind of hate it.  I'm so bad at this! lol  the only part I do like is the picture in the background.  I took that one sunny day in Rockport while trying to avoid getting tanned.

That last post I did.

Posted by Kate on 1:48 PM
It was pretty whiny.  I think I had hormones going out my ears or something.  I will be putting down the "woe is me" and picking up the "i'm in control" now.  *flex*

Ranting with Kate.

Posted by Kate on 1:13 PM
I haven't been to an actual college in a few years.  My mind is mushy and I'm out of touch with today's youth.  I've prepared myself by watching Daria, but I suppose that is quite dated too and dealing with the subject matter of high school.  High school, college, what's the difference when you're ten years older than everybody?

So now I'm the doddering old weird lady in all of your college classes.  Yep.  The one who asks stupid questions and who talks to the teacher like they are neighbors instead of having that teacher/student boundary.  Thats me.  And my purse, backpack, crocheted water bottle holder, and spiral notebooks all match.  A nice palate of purples and black. ^_^    My class mates are 18-21ish  and my bff and I milking what we can out of our last one or two years in our twenties.  We do find if amusing in that, "Hahahaaa  hehehee...hehheh.....heh......*sigh*" kind of way.

"But who cares!?"- Ruby Rhodd, The Fifth Element    

That crap aside, it feels good to be using my brain again for things thats not smalltalk, haircutting, and nail painting.  I am so bad at small talk and when you're doing cosmetology, you have to master the art of shooting the shit with strangers.  Naturally I forced myself into a habit of at least trying.  Well now that I don't have to, I CANT STOP.  Like yesterday, in my govt class, I look over at my desk mate's notes and notice he has very nice handwriting for a guy.   The words "You  have incredibly tidy handwriting."  somehow found their way out of my mouth, followed by, "My handwriting looks like my pen threw up everywhere.  I get home and I can't ever read what I wrote during class.  You must not ever have that problem!"   the guy was pretty polite about it and told me that he only writes neatly for class because of the whole note conundrum.  That right there just put more points in the creepy-old-college-lady fund.    You know the one.  The older woman who is unabashedly friendly and will strike up an unwarranted conversation with you.  She's so nice that you cant' bring yourself to ignore her/tell her you dont' want to talk.  God dammit.  i've come full circle back into ranting about this.

MOVING ON.

I watched almost half of  The Runaways last night.  Almost half.  My husband and I made the decision to turn it off.  It was boring and very dull.  Dakota Fanning should NEVER SING.  Ever.  and Kristin Stewart should NEVER TOUCH A GUITAR.  Ever.  Their acting was so bland.  From Fanning, this was a complete shock.  I love her acting.  With Stewart, I was willing to give her another go since the first thing I saw her in was the Twilight movies.  Its not her fault that the character she was portraying could have easily been played by a houseplant.  Stewart is just the same angsty person in everything she does, i think.  I saw a preview where she plays a stripper.  It's like Bella-the stripper.  Just like this was Bella cosplays Joan Jett.   the whole thing was annoying and boring.  :(  I was really looking forward to this movie.

AND THEN I GOT ANGRY.  Because I was thinking about Fanning's character.  She had no talent.  She was just pretty and skinny.  Thats why she got the job as their lead singer.  Maybe it was Dakota Fanning and not her character she was portraying, but this brought out the almighty rage in me.

Story time!! :D

You see, once apon a time, Kate was a  singer.  She was amazingly awesome and sang all across the land with her band.  They did covers so it wasn't that big of a deal but it was fucking important to her as it had been her life long dream to be in a cover band.  (dont judge me.)  Everyone told her how amazing she was and how much better she would be if she'd wear make-up and lose weight.  "Oh you're so bad ass!  Your voice is fucking awesome! but you should really lose some weight."  


She decided to ignore the haters on the principal of "if I'm so talented, who gives a fuck what I look like?"  Kate spent the next five years singing her head off and getting paid.  shit was so cash and she was even contacted by record companies who advised her to, "lose some of that weight."  One night,  she walked off stage and never came back.  She had enough of "we love you but you're too fat for music."  She never sang again.  Not even karaoke.  The end.

Naturally this hit a chord with me when I saw half of the Runaways.  So bollocks to that movie.

I'm done ranting for now.



While playing Minecraft quote of the day.

Posted by Kate on 3:30 PM
"AHHHH My house!!!  CACTUS SAVE ME!"
-Me while accidentally flooding my safe house.

Inception and Black Swan

Posted by Kate on 1:09 PM
I finally saw Inception and I saw Black Swan when it came out.  I don't usually do movie reviews but these two movies were just...well....  I  can sum up how I felt about these two with a throw back from the 90's.





I did.  I hated both of those movies.  Lets start with Black Swan, shall we?  First off, when I tell someone I hated that movie, they usually say, "well you just don't get artsy and deep movies."  NO.  You're stupid and I wish you'd die in a fire.  I absolutely get artsy deep movies.  This was NOT artsy and it was definitely not deep.  This was Fight Club's angsty little sister with a tu-tu and sexuality issues.  

Firstly, they tried to hit so many issues I coudn't settle on one theme in the movie.  Overbearing mother?  Stresses of ballet world?  Coming of age (while having a raging psychotic battle with yourself)?  Breaking personal sexual barriers?  The pitfalls of over achieving?  Bitch you need to eat something, thats why you're hallucinating?   When I type this out, I can see how they all kind of fit together.  In a book.  Not a movie.  That was too much for this team to tackle.  And then was this a psychological thriller?  Was it horror?  It sure as hell wasn't pretty.

Which leads me to my next point.  Mila Kunis was a graceful as a teenager on a first date.

So was Natalie Portman's problem all along that she needed to be sexed up to realize her true potential of breaking free of herself?  Sexed up, drugged and stabbed?  I mean, I watched the movie and at the end I was like, "ok, i see what you did there."  But I kept feeling that they used too much shock factor (hooray for hand up the chest cavity!) and too much sex (everyone gets a grab at her cooch!), and not enough real story. the damned movie was just all over the place and at the end I realized that the only part that moved me was listening to Tchaikovsky's music, further solidifying that good music can turn crap into gold.  So yeah.  totally hated this movie.

BUT WAIT!  These people made The Wrestler!?  OMFG you knock one out of the god damned park and then you take a shit on home plate?  I LOVED THAT MOVIE!  I cried so hard afterwards.  That movie was an emotional ride.  I was moved.  man...that movie...*sniff*...it was beautiful.

Ok, Inception.  Everyone's dreaming.  Who gives a shit?  That's how I feel about Inception.  Again people have told me, "well you just didn't get it.  it was too artsy and deep."  The only thing "deep" about that movie was this man's smoldering eyes.
I can see forever.
After that, Leo was alright.  Ellen Paige, DIAF kthxbai.  She plays the same person in every movie.  But acting aside, the premise.  Dream diving/stealing/protecting.  Again, WHO CARES?  when that guy got shot i was like, "its cool.  he's dreaming."  and then they were like,  "OH NOES!! ETERNITY IN LIMBO!"  And i was like, "but you're your own god in limbo.  how is this bad?"  And then they're like, "MUST GO DEEPER!! OH NOESZ!!! MOLL!!!"  and I was like, "wut?"

Freaking Moll.  Again, WHO CARES?  When ellen paige's character says something along the lines of, "Moll isn't real!"  I said, out loud, "UH  DUHHHHHHHH."  Illustrated below.


I just never cared about any of the characters.  What I wanted to know more about, which they never ever touched on was how the dream machine bull worked.  I wanted to at least know that.   It always bothers me when I'm watching science fiction (YES IT WAS) and there is no science to base it on.  There was a small blurb in there.  Something about the military and a basement of middle eastern folks....i dunno.  

The music, superb.  Well done Hans Zimmer.  The cinematography, also superb.  The rotating room, FREAKING SWEET.  After that, I was dissapoint.  


And thats all I have to say about that.

13th sign (wtf i'm not a leo!?)

Posted by Kate on 11:34 AM
I made this for /fit/.  hehee
I just read that there is a thirteenth sign in the Zodiac, named Ophichus, thats shifting everyone's thoughs on the Zodiac as well as the signs themselves.  Ophichus, ranging from Nov.29-Dec.17, had been previously left out by the ancient Babylonians to have a 12 month calendar.  I'm thinking that when they decided that, the thought process was much like when the Mayans decided to end their calender on the date they did.  "Bah, in thousands and thousands of years, who's going to care?"

LOL.

So now, whatever sign you are, step a sign back.  That's what you really are.  I'm so glad I neglected to get the Leo symbol tattooed on me.  Aside from the fact that it looks like semen, I just didn't always feel like a Leo.   Oh sure, I'm full of myself but not all the time.  *snicker*

its gonna impregnate you!

And many people are pretty butt hurt over this.  I can see why.  Identify with something your entire life and then suddenly, "nope! you're dumb!"   Yeah, if I cared, I'd be pretty butt hurt too.  Experts say that this wasn't a sudden bomb dropped on hippies.  This has been here all along.  We've just been following the Tropic Zodiac which is different from the Astrological Zodiac.    Feel free to be confused at this point.  Apparently the Tropical Zodiac is more in tune with the earth and the seasons and is used by Westerners anyway.  So really you can relax because there are two Zodiacs and whichever one you like, you can use.   


The silliness.  It kills me.


My brother.

Posted by Kate on 11:03 AM
Is a photographer.  He did a project recently where he took everything he owned, photoed it, and then categorized it by worth to him.  It was his senior project and I had no idea about it.  It was well done and got recognition on some blog.  There was a blurb by him below his project.   Reading it confirmed what I had suspected for the past 25 years:  I don't know this guy.

My brother and I, while related, are perfect strangers.  We spawned from the same people, lived in the same house, ate the same food, and went to (for the most part) the same schools all just three years apart but I don't know him.  We're not close and we're very different.  It bothers me but at the same time it doesn't because I think he's alright with this.  And if he's ok with it, I don't feel like dealing with it.

I think we could have been close and I'm pretty sure we were on the road to regular sibling relationship until my parents divorced and emotionally he and I were in "every man for themselves" mode.  At least, that's what I blame it on.  I know I became more emotionally self centered at that time and difficult to deal with.   Looking back on the last 20 years,  well, more like going back 5 years and then looking back on the last 15 years (oh the confusion), I can see that I was concerned with nobody's life but my own.  About the time I got my head out of my ass, he was already 10 hours away and wasn't interested in anything but his own life.

Now I'm married, he's graduated from college, and we're completely oblivious of one another.  It's like we were classmates once but no longer.  We don't even have any negative feelings towards one another.  Well I don't.  I can't speak for him.  We just don't know each other.  I think that when our parents die, we will slip into deeper waters of indifference where we are strangers forever.  Who knows?

My parents are getting old and so are my ovaries.

Posted by Kate on 8:09 PM
Today, while I was out and about, I picked up some medications for my mom.  After going through the Walmart gauntlet of hell, I finally was able to get her prescriptions.  There were four of them.  I went back to her house to drop them off and as it was the middle of the day, no one was there except for their two cats and our old aging family dog who  has about five teeth and can't hear for shit.  He's a good dog though.


Anyhow, when I walked into her house, I realized that it didn't smell the same way it did when I was younger and lived there.  I'm super sensitive to smells.  I stood in the kitchen for a moment with her bag of meds in my hand and it occurred to me that she was getting old.  My step-father was getting old.   My father was getting old. My mom's house smelled like a grandma's house.  The pills I was holding was starting to look like a grandma size arsenal of medications.


Then I realized that the house smelled the way it did because my brother and I weren't there anymore.  I felt sad.


But then I felt perplexed.  Does this mean that the clock is ticking for me to make babies?!  I mean, the stage is set.  Those folks are ready for grandchildren.  I'm not getting any younger, that's for sure but I'm wondering when choosing to not have children goes from a smart move to a selfish one.  I am pretty terrified of having children though I do get all warm and fuzzy inside when someone has a baby or a small child.  Of course that feeling turns to stone cold gtfo of my face when said baby/child starts crying/whining/being a brat.


I'm 28.  Both my parents are dancing around 60.  My husband just turned 35 yesterday.  The numbers sometimes overwhelm me when I think of how much time I have, or don't have, when it comes to my womanly duty of raising children.  I seriously don't think its a woman's obligation to pop out spawn but it seems like everyone wants this but me.


Having children would keep my parents young but make me older than I'm ready to be.

Working out/attacked by deer.

Posted by Kate on 1:27 PM
I'm trying to get my self a little more fit so I've started out with walking/jogging.  Its really more walking than jogging but with time it will be more jogging.  I freaking hope.  Anyway, I read you're supposed to give yourself a day between activities to let your body recover from whatever stresses you might have put on it during exercise.  Well I decided that was bullshit and I kept my three mile routine going for four days straight.

Bad idea.  The third day my legs protested.  I thought I was just that pain=fat leaving the body bull.  Fourth day my legs protested louder, sending a message to my brain to dig up that piece of info about waiting a day between work-outs.  I think I'm going to have to go by a rule of  "if you can't stretch the pain out, you'll have to give it a rest."   Because that's exactly what I was trying to do.  The muscles on the front and sides of my lower leg were stiff and unyielding and no amount of stretching and warming up was helping.  The last mile of the fourth day was at more of a limp and walk.  Pathetic indeed.  So now I know, rest between work outs.  I think i can go two days on and one day off.  more than that and I'm in pain.  *sigh*

I also was attacked by deer on the walking trail!  :D  Yay!  The hike/bike trail, which is really just a really long and wide sidewalk with lights, cuts through large pieces of unused land in the middle of town.  And since there are deer EVERYWHERE, they tend to hang out and cross the trail at night.  I was doing my thing last night, it was around 6pm and there weren't many people out because it was cold.  It was dark and I had my headphones on.  suddenly a tan blur dashed infront of me.  not like, ten feet in front.  more like RIGHT THE F*CK in front of me.  I could smell the earth from its hide.  Then with out warning, seven or eight deer just dashed in front and behind me, crossing the sidewalk.  I was in the middle of a deer stampede.   I almost peed my pants, it was so random.  These things usually avoid human contact completely.  They'll see you, long before you see them, and run away.   I'm guessing the wind carried my human smell far enough away that they didn't realize I was there until they were right up on me because they scattered right after passing me.  That or they're getting to the point that they realized there's a crap load of us and only one of you, i think we're safe.  Bizarre.

Inmate Football (a story of kindness)

Posted by Kate on 4:13 PM
Someone posted this on Facebook and I really loved it.  I'm not an overly religious person and when someone asked why I liked this so much I wondered why.  They said that they got the feeling I didn't like Christianity or God and I said that wasn't the case at all.  I get turned off by people doing hateful things in the name of God, not the principles them selves.  While I may be miffed @ the church from time to time, I always love an act of kindness.  So here it is.  



Inmate Football
    There was an unusual high school football game played in Grapevine,   Texas .  The game was between Grapevine         Faith Academy and the Gainesville   State School .  Faith is a Christian school and Gainesville State School  is located     within a maximum security correction facility.
   
Gainesville State School has 14 players. They play every game on the  road. Their record was 0-8. They've only scored twice. Their 14 players  are teenagers who have been convicted of crimes ranging from drugs to assault to robbery. Most had families who had disowned them.  They wore  outdated, used shoulder pads and helmets. Faith Academy was 7-2. They  had 70 players, 11 coaches, and the latest equipment.
  
Chris Hogan, the head coach at Faith Academy , knew the Gainesville team  would have no fans and it would be no contest, so he thought, “What if half of our fans and half of our cheerleaders, for one night only,  cheered for the other team?”  He sent out an email to the faithful  asking them to do just that. “Here’s the message I want you to send,”  Hogan wrote. “You’re just as valuable as any other person on the   planet.”

  Some folks were confused and thought he was nuts. One player said,  “Coach, why are we doing this?” Hogan said, “Imagine you don’t have a home life, no one to love you, no one pulling for you. Imagine that everyone pretty much had given up on you. Now, imagine what it would  feel like and mean to you for hundreds of people to suddenly believe in you.”
 The idea took root. On the night of the game, imagine the surprise of  those 14 players when they took the field and there was a banner the  cheerleaders had made for them to crash through. The visitors’ stands were full. The cheerleaders were leading cheers for them. The fans were  calling them by their names. Isaiah, the quarterback-middle linebacker said, “I never in my life thought I would hear parents cheering to  tackle and hit their kid. Most of the time, when we come out, people are  afraid of us. You can see it in their eyes, but these people are yelling  for us. They knew our names.”
 Faith won the game, and after the game the teams gathered at the 50-yard  line to pray. That’s when Isaiah, the teenage convict-quarterback surprised everybody and asked if he could pray and he prayed, “Lord, I  don’t know what just happened so I don’t know how or who to say thank  you to, but I never knew there were so many people in the world who cared about us.”  On the way back to the bus, under guard, each one of  the players was handed a burger, fries, a coke, candy, a Bible, and an  encouraging letter from the players from Faith Academy .
 What an incredible act of Christian witness and kindness and goodness  that was.  Proverbs 11:17 says, “Your own soul is nourished when you are  kind.” Proverbs 3:27 says, “Do not withhold good when it is in your  power to act.”
 Be kind to someone this week. Be kind to every person you meet. You might be amazed at what God will do with a simple act of kindness.



Don't let the preachy stuff turn you off or the use of Bible verses.  Try to look beyond that and see it for what its worth.  A good story about people giving a shit about one another.

Facebook quote of the day.

Posted by Kate on 10:56 PM
*doorbell rings and I open it* 
Derpy looking teenage girl at the door- I'M HERE TO BE ADOPTED!!!
Me- lolwut?
Unshowered goofy teen- i'm here to be adopted!!! *insert hurrdurr*
Me- by who?
Her- YOU!
Me- o_O do i know you?
Her- LAWZ no! but I want you to vote for me to blah blah blah blah
Me- I don't have time for this.
Her- it will only take a sec...
Me- GTF off of my porch. now. *close door*
Her- *as heard through the door* adios!

wtf just happened?



I was seriously baffled and annoyed.  After that stunt I don't care if she was needing votes to get a scholarship to a school that would make her less stupid.  I don't know if she was trying to be cute but that was the stupidest thing to ever happen at my front door.  


I am never answering the door again.







Hooking break/walmart rant

Posted by Kate on 12:32 PM
I'm thinking about putting down the hook and yarn and picking up the needle and thread.  My sewing skills aren't exactly off the charts or anything but I'd like to improve them.  The most I've sewn is a skirt and top for ren-fest.  I've sewn other little things but I'd like to get into it more.  There a crap load of patterns I want to make.   Many of them are the 40's-60's vintage retro style.  Then I want to make some steampunk and gothy type daily wear.    I dunno.  I just want to dress nifty and I can't find anything nifty in Small Town, Texas.  I'll probably have to go online to find some of the fabric I would want to use.  

GOD DAMNED WALMART!  Sorry.  I just had to get that out.  I have a love hate relationship with Wally World, as many of you do.  I live in a smaller city and there is practically no where else to shop.  Many stores are like, "Fuck it.  Walmart carries it, we'll just stop selling it."  and it bottle necks the business into the corporate mega whore.  The greeters/cart givers at our Walmart don't even greet or give out carts anymore!  They just kind of grunt at you.  Literally.    And when i check out, I thought the checker was supposed to put my groceries in the bags and then in the cart.  There is no sign saying , "Put your own shit in your own cart."  And yet when I'm checking out, the cashier and I get into a Mexican stand-off over who puts the groceries in the basked.  YOU PUT THE FOOKING GROCERIES IN THE BASKET!!!!  I'M NOT ON THE GOD DAMNED  CLOCK!!

And all of this really rustles my jimmies.  






Wow.  I kind of went into rant-mode there.  

I have no kids. I have a dog.

Posted by Kate on 10:26 AM
And that's pretty much my kid.  I took him to the doggie cleaners this morning.  I felt so bad.  He is a sensitive little dog and when I have to leave him somewhere unfamiliar like the cleaners or the vet, her gets really shaky and whiny.  :(

The past few days and whats looking like the next few, all I have been listening to the popipo Vegetable Juice song, Numa Numa, Popcorn, non stop only pausing to cut the techno craziness with Beethoven's Credo from Missa Solemnis.


I don't know why but these songs have been glued to the inside of my ears.  Not so much the Beethtoven though.  I had to throw that in there to not go crazy and to kind of come down from the electro high.  

I'm off for a walk.



That post from the other day

Posted by Kate on 8:06 AM
I've decided to just post it again but instead of in the comments. You know, like a real live post! lol

"So i'll just do it this way. MUAHAHAHAA!! Ok, so I fell off the planet. I'm sorry. :( I also quit beauty school. And then I spiraled off into a lovely funk that was basically me holing up in my computer room, playing WoW, eating popcorn, and not going outside. When WoW got boring, started hanging out hardcore on 4-chan. and then....MINECRAFT. omfg, that game. So now I'm pulling myself out of said "funk".
I guess what really started it was leaving beauty school. Realizing that I was horrible at it and then having my teachers tell me, "maybe you should go back to college because you're not good at this" kind of made me sad. *bawwww* Back to god damned college it is. \

Also I've vowed to cut my soda intake to one a day. So far so good. I've replaced it with Crystal Light which isn't perfect but when I can get off the caffeine sauce, I can tackle the sugar monster.

I dont' even know how i'm going to get caught up with everyone else's blogs so I'm just goign to start from the most recent ones. FORGIVEZ MEH! I just felt so guilty about disappearing that I didn't want to update. :( Anywhoo, maybe blogger will be nice next time I post and I wont have to do it in the comments."

Yay. So that's where I've been. Whining and hiding out in my room. XD

ALRIGHT!

Posted by Kate on 9:41 PM
I figured it out! Sort of... I just changed this to the old editor and suddenly Chrome loves it! Go figure.

wtf is wrong with my posting?? i can't type in the body!

Posted by Kate on 9:16 PM