You and me could write bad final exam.

Jeez, I've been blogging so much lately. It's ridiculous. As you can probably guess, I'm mostly just avoiding finals revision, but blogging more is a habit I'd like to get into, anyway.

Granted, I know that the more I blog the few comments I'll get. Whatevs!

I resisted longer than most people, but I have to admit that I finally love Lady Gaga. It's not a creepy obsession like with my teenage Disney stars, but I'm having serious trouble getting her music out of my head. It's hopelessly catchy. In fact, "Bad Romance" is playing on my iTunes right now. And while we're on the subject, how creepy/awesome is that video? SO creepy/awesome is right. Also, did you know she's only 23? Crazy.

I actually took two naps today, so I feel like this morning happened days ago. My diversity in education class final was at 8 AM. Gross. But before we could take the final we had to watch presentations from the groups who didn't go last week. One girl did her presentation on colorism within the African American race. It was really interesting. Anyway, then we took the "final," which was just some "tell me how you feel about this" or "what did you learn from this" bullshit. No big. Then I went home and took nap #1.

I woke up around 1, which was an hour later than I meant to. I had to do my econ take-home final, which I hadn't started. By the time I finished it was nearly 3, when I thought the was supposed to start. So I ran to class having not studied in the slightest for the non-take-home part of the final, and when I got there THE ROOM WAS EMPTY. Oh, my God. I freaked out. I thought I missed it. When I checked the computer I discovered that it didn't start until 4. Hallelujah. I went home, ate some substantial food for once, studied as much as I could, and went back to class. The final was multiple-choice. I have no idea how I did, but at least I could put an answer for everything!

THEN I got a text informing me that my conducting final project is due Friday instead of tomorrow (Tuesday)! Woohoo! So then I made good use of my extra time by taking another nap. Hah.

Now I'm kind of studying but mostly just internet-ing and eating chocolate. Oh. My. God. I don't even want to think about how many calories in chocolate I've consumed in the past two days. Suffice it to say that I ate an entire 8-oz. bag of Hershey kisses yesterday. Yikes.

I'm guessing that most of you know this by now, but I got a Formspring account. I mostly just got it because the name "kaitlyn" was still available. :-P So yeah, go ask me questions! If you want. It's kind of boring when I have no questions to answer.

Tomorrow I have a book presentation in conducting and my biology final. Wish me luck and shit! <3

[Note: Now that my conducting project is due Friday, I'm afraid it's still
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Pointless materialism, pointless vandalism, pointless attempts at blogging.

Shoutout to commenter Sarah for making me smile. Random people are always telling me that they have "Hangover Saturday" stuck in their head for one reason or another, and it never gets old.

Here's an anecdote that no one will care about. After years of not understand what the big deal is, I've finally become obsessed with Vera Bradley stuff, just like every other girl in the south. Yesterday I went Christmas shopping and bought my mom a Vera Bradley lunchbox. I decided I wanted an all-in-one wristlet for when I go jogging (hah) and such, but I didn't like any of the colors at the shop. So I came home and looked around on ebay.

Why the hell am I telling you this story? It's so pointless. It's not even funny. I'm sorry in advance. You can skip down to the part about....my finals? Why am I so boring????

Anyway, after much searching of the ebay, I found a wristlet in a retired pattern I like, and it was really cheap. So I bid. Then I bid again. I got into a bit of a bidding war. When I got to $20.50, the other guy stopped. That's when I noticed that the wristlet had no "Vera Bradley" ribbon on the zipper (which means it's possibly fake or used). Instead of stressing about my finals, I started stressing about ebay. I kept refreshing the page every two minutes and using my ESP to try to force someone to outbid me. Luckily, someone did outbid me this morning, but boy was I nervous. I decided to just ask my mom to get me one for Christmas, so now the pressure's off.

Hah. Sorry, I told you it wasn't funny. I swear I'm not normally this materialistic; I'm just on a kick right now. Soon it will pass.

So anyway, today we had a Handel's Messiah sing-along at church. It was fun and very chill. I wish all choir concerts were sing-along-style.

Aaaaaaaaand that concludes everything I did today. My finals start tomorrow. Hopefully my last finals ever. (Everyone cross your fingers.) I should be a lot more concerned about them than I currently am. I just want to go hoooooooooooooooooooooooooome.

Here's my schedule for the week:
Monday - 8 AM Diversity class final; 4 PM Econ final (and turn in take-home final)
Tuesday - 12 PM Conducting presentation (and turn in written project); 4 PM biology final
Wednesday - Nothing, hooray!
Thursday - Voice jury sometime in the late morning; potential student teaching interview (eek!)

Yep, I may get to have my student teaching interview! I e-mailed the education department head and requested one since my grades have improved, so my professors are going to conspire about me one more time and let me know if I'm worthy yet.

Finally, I don't know how many of you follow Lena Gabrielle on Twitter, but someone seriously vandalized the music school at Ithaca College, where she attends. The vandals completely destroyed more than 60 pianos and all sorts of other equipment, causing around $500,000 of damage. You can read more about it here. As music major and a human being with a soul, it breaks my heart to know that someone would do that. Can you imagine? Gaaaaaahhhhh. So horrible. And best of all, it's finals week, so their music juries start tomorrow.

If you would like to help with the cost of the repairs to the IC music school, please send money via Paypal to Lena at hpmusicqueen@yahoo.com. I've already donated, and I hope you will too if you are able.

Whew. I need to end this long, weird blog on a lighter note. I'm currently wearing a Threadless shirt that shows a cheeseburger saying, "I want to be inside you." Tee hee. :-P

That's all for now. Wish me luck on this finals shiz. <3

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Life is just a bowl of enigma.

I needs to blog again, I suppose. As you can imagine, I've been busy doing things like trying not to fail all of my classes and trying not to die and occasionally stalking verabradley.com while trying not to appear materialistic. Being a girl is hard sometimes.

I suppose I ought to assure you all that life has gotten better for me. I persevered through two weeks of torture and sleepless night and pressure from all directions. My carefully honed bullshitting skills earned me A's on most of the papers I turned in. My bitchass professor told me I did a really good job on a lesson I taught in class. Duh, lady. I told you I can teach.

Now I have to get through four days of finals, although I can't really be bothered to worry about them with Christmas looming so near in the distance. The only think I am worried about is the fact that they haven't rescheduled my student teaching interview. I'm hoping it's just because I'm insignificant and they forgot, not because they're not going to let me have one. I just emailed the head of the education department and asked if I can have an interview since my grades have improved so much. In case you've forgotten, I have to have this interview if I'm going to student teach and graduate next semester. Bitch better email me back.

If all goes according to plan, I'll be out of school pretty soon. Naturally, I've been daydreaming a lot about what I want to do next. I know I want to go to grad school in SOMETHING eventually, but I don't know what yet. I'm aware that it's not smart to go to grad school before I have any teaching experience, so I should probably get a teaching job in the fall. So I think that's what I'm going to do.

Here's my major dilemma: I do not want to get stuck in this hick town. Sure, it would be smart to stay here for another year or two where the rent is cheap and the jobs are available, but I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally don't want to. I want to move to New York City. I would leave NOW if I could and never come back. I love the big city. I love the culture. I love the cold weather. And every time I go there I feel like I belong. Basically, I need to be there. That's why I'm afraid to get a decent job here. People get sucked in. This is going to sound ridiculous, but I'm actually afraid to start a relationship with anyone here because I'm afraid they'll tie me down forever. Second only to my fear of my family dying is my fear of never making it to New York. I'm a crazy person.

So yeah. That's what's going through my mind lately. Anyone out there have any connections with a school system in New York? :-P

In other news, I finally saw New Moon. I feel like a traitor for saying this, but I actually liked it. Maybe it's because I went in with such dismally low expectations (and how could I not after the waste of my life that was Twilight?), but I actually left the theatre with an odd feeling of satisfaction. Sure, there were plenty of parts that were stupid and hilarious in a bad way, but I at some point I actually caught myself thinking, "Gosh, this is SO much better than the movie version of Prisoner of Azkaban!" Most importantly, when you spend 4.5 years frolicking in an arts school bubble with hundreds of gay boys, it's nice to have Taylor Lautner around to remind you that you're straight.

Well, I guess I better get back to not studying. Anyone want to buy me this for Christmas? I need a good teacher tote, you know. :-P

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This blog is pretty emo. You have been warned.

Hello. Sorry I haven't been around here in a few weeks. Life is shiteous right now.

I had my wisdom teeth taken out over Thanksgiving break, so I was pretty useless all last week. That's not why life is shiteous, though. The surgery went well, and I recovered in a few days. However, my bottom left tooth area is still constantly hurting. I'm guessing he must have hit a nerve during the surgery. I'm hoping it stops hurting soon. It would be really nice to be able to open my mouth all the way.

So here's how life became shiteous.

Step 1. I have a certain professor who hates my stinking guts. Granted, the feeling is mutual, but I'm definitely the one who has more to lose. I suppose she has her reasons. The way she makes us write lesson plans is absolutely ridiculous, so I did poorly on my first few until I got the hang of it. I've been dealing with some pretty extenuating circumstances this semester, so I've been late on some assignments. I canceled a meeting with her on pretty short notice because I was having an emotional breakdown (it was two days after my grandfather's funeral), so she thinks I'm an inconsiderate slacker. I don't think there's anything I can do to change her mind. When she did try to talk to me about my life shortly before Thanksgiving break, she was completely insensitive and actually had the gall to ask me how my grandfather would feel if he knew I was doing poorly in her class. Wouldn't he want me to move on? That was the final straw. I cannot cooperate with someone so heinously inappropriate. Except, oh yeah. I'm trying to graduate this year. FML.

Step 2. Said professor decides to do some snooping around (that's my biggest problem with this school - professors always talk ABOUT you before they talk TO you) to see if I'm always a terrible student or just in her class. And of course she asks the professor who taught the ONE class I've ever had to retake (which was only because I had mono and had to miss too many classes). So now she's got the whole education department talking about me and thinking I'm a bad egg. Couldn't any of them bother to notice that I've maintained a 3.4 GPA? Clearly I'm a not a dropout risk.

Step 3. The professor whose class I had to retake happens to be the head of the education department. I was supposed to have my pre-student teaching interview today, but yesterday he sent me an e-mail notifying me that he has postponed said meeting in light of more pressing issues. I assume that these pressing issues are the ones I've already mentioned, though I'm also behind in my other education class. :-/ Did I mention it's been a really rough semester for me? Shit. So tomorrow morning at 9 AM I have to meet with all of the education faculty plus Dr. Thorn (my music ed adviser) so that they can "discuss" with me why I suck. I am completely terrified and tend to cry spontaneously (like when I see books? Lol @ communitychannel reference.) whenever I think about it. I guess it's good practice for tomorrow morning, as I will surely cry throughout the entire meeting.

So there you go. There are less than three weeks left in this semester, and I have absolutely no idea if they're going to let me student teach in January. This is my ninth semester at this school. I like my school, but I absolutely cannot stand to be here any longer. I would rather drop out and work at Blockbuster for the rest of my life.

Would I sound like a total prick if I pointed out how completely unfair it is that they're treating me this way? Other than this semester and that one other class, my school record is pretty good. I know people with abysmal GPA's, people who have had to retake multiple classes two or three times but were still passed through for student teaching. My GPA is good. My PRAXIS scores were exceptional. I even got a certificate in the mail for scoring in the top 15% of everyone who has EVER taken the grades 7-12 PLT test, along with a letter congratulating me for my scores and thanking me for being dedicated to excellence in the field of education. I'm not incredibly confident as a teacher yet, but I get better at teaching lessons every time I teach in a real classroom. I had finally managed to have a bit faith in myself as a future teacher. Why can't anyone at this school have faith in me? Ok, Dr. Thorn does have faith me, but I feel like everyone in the education department just wants to see me defeated.

Well. That went on for a lot longer than I meant it to. Clearly I am not in a good place right now. It gets worse when I check Twitter and see that other people are having lazy nights and watching movies or attending the Fiesta Movement party in L.A. People on DailyBooth and Twitter have wished me luck and told me not to worry, I'll make it. For once I really don't know if I will.

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I'm thankful for the Prt Sc key.

So here I am, home for Thanksgiving break. I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out on Tuesday, though, so this year I'm probably just going to be thankful for Oxycodone.

I didn't actually get home until the wee hours of Sunday morning. I stopped with Costas and Katie at a Snarky Puppy recording session/concert/party thing in a tiny little swamp town. The band is HUGE, and they're all incredibly musicians, so the music was fantastic. You should definitely check them out (and I say this as a person who is always reluctant to listen to new music). We ended up getting hopelessly lost on the way back to civilization, hence why I got home so late.

Today I didn't do much besides sleep late and catch up on my Hulu. Well, I didn't quite catch up. I'm following too many shows. More importantly, I saw The Blind Side with my mom and my brothers, and it was really, really good! I wasn't too excited about it initially, and I don't even like football, but I loved the movie. It made me smile big time, and it still does when I think about it. Again with the recommendations. Sorry! But I don't think you'll regret seeing this movie, especially if you're from the south.

So tomorrow I'm getting my "hur did," as my brother Grant so eloquently put it, and I'm eating sushi for my "last meal." Yeah...my Thanksgiving dinner is going be a milkshake. :-/

In closing, I have some interesting information for you. Whenever you see a fake newspaper article in movies or on TV, do you ever wonder if they actually write out a whole pertinent article or just use random type? I used to wonder. Now I can tell you with absolutely confidence that it is the latter, and I have proof.

Here's a screen cap from recent episode of Heroes. It's an article that Bennet is tacking to the wall. Pay attention to the headline.











And I happened to pause it at just the right moment so that I saw this:












See?! The article itself has absolutely nothing to do with its title. I suppose it would be silly to flesh out an entire relevant article for a 1-second shot. Still, you really can't expect to get away with too many shenanigans in this dot-com society.

And just because it's funny, here's one more screen cap for you. This is what happens when you enter "how do" into Google. I can't even remember what I was searching for, but it was certainly none of these glorious gems. My favorite is "how do you get pregnant." Bahahahaha.



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MTLBYAKY

Many, many thanks to everyone who left supportive comments on my last post. Life hasn't gotten much easier since then, but I think it's time I come out from under the proverbial rock and continue with life.

After trudging through last week's classes (the ones that I actually attended), I drove home with Bret on Saturday. I didn't do much that day except drive and spend time with my mom. I did go see Good Hair with Ben that night, and OH MY GOODNESS. Hilarious. And surprisingly really interesting! I learned a lot. You should see it if it's still playing where you live.

On Sunday morning I had to get up around 7:30, even though I had only been asleep for about 3 hours. Ok, I didn't HAVE to get up, but my littlest brother was playing his first trombone solo in church. I wouldn't felt like a horrible (though admittedly well-rested) sister if I hadn't gone. He played well. It was nice to be back in my home church, especially during such a hard time. It was bizarre, though, to see my family listed in the "We express our deepest sympathy to:" section in the order of worship. I've always glanced through those names quickly, mostly out of curiosity, without fully comprehending the agony those people were feeling. But now I know. Yippy.

Some of my mom's family started coming over in the afternoon, so we spent most of the day talking and reminiscing and occasionally eating. I silently marveled at the fact that Uncle Buddy is outliving everyone. He's in his mid-eighties and still going relatively strong. It's pretty amazing. Per my mother's request, I was able to convince a few of my (amazingly generous) friends to drive down and sing with me for the services. We practiced for a while when Marissa and Costas arrived, and then we had a slumber party. Well, most of us. Bret ditched us for his boyfriend.

I woke up Monday morning dreading the day but feeling a sense of purpose. We made the sojourn to Covington, Bret with Marissa and Costas with me. The whole day felt like deja vu; we did almost everything the same as we did 3 years ago for Memom's funeral. The visitation and the service were terribly sad, but again, it was really nice to be surrounded by family and old family friends, many of whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I really can't capture in words the way I felt that morning. The proper words don't exist. I managed to make it though all of the songs (even "In the Garden," which we sang for Memom) without losing it. I know it would have been perfectly fine if I had lost it, but I guess I wanted to be strong for my mom.

After the service we hopped back into the cars, and some of us caravaned to Mississippi for the burial, stopping on the way for a Piccadilly lunch, of course. The graveside service was pretty short, and we sang again. The minister was nice but just a bit too cheesy-preachy for my taste. It's always strange being back in a familiar graveyard, visiting the graves of people you knew well in life. I'm not sure why, but it was oddly comforting seeing my grandparents together again. Well, oddly comforting in a way that makes me want to weep hysterically. Bleh. We drove back to school straight from there, and everyone else went home.

So there you go. I really don't mind if you didn't read all the way through this thing. I just wanted to type it out for memory's sake. Not that I could ever forget.

Now I must go trudge through two more days of school before I get to go home again for Thanksgiving. I'm so behind in school. If you're the praying sort, please help me pray for C's. Love, Kaitlyn.

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In Memoriam J.T.C.

I've been meaning to blog about the rest of my trip, but things never happen like they're supposed to in my blog. I got a call from my dad about 2 hours ago that rocked my world a little.

I can always sense when he's about to tell me that someone died. He uses this really gentle tone that he never brings out for any other reason. He didn't get three words out before I thought, "Oh no, which grandparent?"

Turns out it was my PawPaw. My mom's dad, in layman's terms. I'm not altogether surprised. His health has been gradually declining since we lost Memom (my grandmother, his wife) 3 years ago. He wasn't REALLY sick, though. They think it was probably a heart attack or something similar. It was quick, whatever it was. My mom's really glad about that; she says he would've hated to know he was sick. I'm terribly sad, of course, but I'm alright. I'm more worried about my mom now that she's lost both of her parents.

I never told him so, but PawPaw was always my hero, especially when I was little. I never knew anyone else who could do so many things. He could fix anything, and I mean ANYTHING. I thought he was Superman. I hope he knew how brilliant I thought he was. As much as I wish I had told him, how the heck do bring that up in conversation?

His brilliance wasn't necessarily intelligence. It was everything he managed to do with his life. He only went to junior college, but somehow he managed to accrue a sizable fortune. He worked as an electrician until he retired in his 60's. He was drafted by the Yankees as a pitcher but turned them down to play minor league ball because he wanted to bat. He was a race car driver and must have been pretty good; he has about a million racing trophies, a few of which my brothers and I talked him into giving us when we were little. He was in the Air Force and always stood proudly when my choir got to the Air Force part of the "Armed Forces Medley;" sometimes he would raise his arms victoriously, which would probably embarrass a normal granddaughter. (Oh shit, I have to sing that song tomorrow. Bleh.) Anyway, how the hell does one person do all of that in one lifetime? If I didn't know better I'd think I made at least half of it up.

Like most old people, though, he did have a few old-fashioned flaws. He was a bit ornery and stubborn as hell. He was also kind of racist and didn't seem to get the memo that it's not ok to use the N-word. Somehow you had to forgive him, though. His brashness was strangely endearing. Besides, he loved to watch Dancing With the Stars and American Idol. How randomly hilarious is that? Moreover, how could you not love an old guy who enthusiastically followed such cheesy reality shows? Oh, and he was rooting for Adam Lambert! My grandfather was a Glambert!! Haha. I watched American Idol last season just so I could talk about it with him.

I could go on about this guy for about 20 more pages, but my brain is tired now. Thanks for reading. You guys are great. :-) I'd appreciate it if you would send my family good thoughts, especially for the funeral on Monday. Prayers too, if you're into that sort of thing. If not, no worries. Prayers are totally optional. It helps just knowing you guys are out there.

<3

Yale trip, days 3,4, and 5

This has seriously been the greatest trip ever. I've been living this past week in an alternate reality where school does not exist and everything is amazing and adventurous. I wish I could stay here forever! Going back to school on Monday is going to be ROUGH.

On Thursday Camerata had our performance at the conference. THE performance. The one we've been gearing up for and kicking our own asses over since April.

(Yeah...I never finished this post. My bad. I was having too much fun.)

Yale trip, day 2

Omg, you guys. I love, love, love, LOVE it here! Everything is so beautiful and collegiate! The buildings are all 300 years old and look like castles. The leaves are changing colors because New England has a legitimate fall season. And Dunkin Donuts exists here!

I want to move here. By "here" I mean probably any city in New England. This is my favorite kind of environment. I feel so comfortable here, and I've only been here for a day. I really like that you're not required to smile at every stranger you pass. I know, I say this stuff every time I get out of the south. I'm such a Yankee at heart. Would anyone be too sad if I never came home?

My only problem with this place is that it was already dark at 5 pm. Lame!

Anywho, we got to sleep late this morning, and it was wonderful! I ended up getting out of bed around 11, which was earlier than anyone else in my room. Once I finally coaxed Marissa out of the room, we did the obligatory Dunkin Donuts thing. We sat at the window bar so we could watch New Haven over coffee. It was so picturesque, and I wasn't even creeped out that passersby were watching me eat!

Next we had about 30 minutes to explore Yale, so explore we did! We walked through Cross Campus, and I was like a kid in a candy store. Everyone looked so smart! There were people sitting in circles on the lawn, just like you see in movies (or on Gilmore Girls, as the case may be). I was such a nerd. I took pictures of Yale kids while squealing, "Look at them, sitting around looking all smart, talking politics and shit!" Marissa tried to burst my bubble by claiming that they were probably just talking about Facebook, to which I replied, "Let me have my fantasy, damnit!!" :-P

Then it was time to rehearse with Camerata (my choir that was invited to sing here at the National Collegiate Choral Organization biennial conference) in Hendrie Hall, where the Yale Glee Club rehearses!! Again, I was a total fangirl, taking pictures of the hall and creepin' on the Asian kids with violin cases. The Glee Club has group pictures from every year on the walls of their rehearsal room, just like my other choir has. So cool! We rehearsed for 2 hours, and toward the end the president of NCCO came in and said we sounded wonderful and that he couldn't wait to hear our performance. Omg!

Marissa and I raided the Yale bookstore after the rehearsal. I bought myself a sweatshirt (as usual) and pajama pants, and I got shirts for Grant and Lane. Now, equipped with Yale campus maps like the tourists we wish we weren't, I think we're going to find some dinner and see some nerdy Yale sights. I'll finish blogging when we get back.

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Well, after sitting around for an hour trying to pick a place to eat, Marissa, Cara, and I settled on Ivy Noodle, a decently legit Asian noodle house. My vegetable fried rice was really good, but my shrimp dumpling noodle soup was a little strange. Then we decided we wanted some ice cream, so we let Marissa's blackberry lead us several blocks in the cold weather to an ice cream shop that no longer exists. We did find ice cream eventually, and I came out with a cone three times larger than I was expecting.

Then I got to go touch the toe!!! We looked like morons trying to open the gate into Old Campus. After we tried pulling on it to avail, a girl came up behind us and used her key card. Facepalm. Then, after checking the names on a few statues (which was tricky in the dark), we found Theodore Dwight Woolsey. I touched his shiny toe while Marissa took a picture, and it was a glorious moment in my life. We knew we looked super-touristy, so any time a student passed I turned to Marissa and said something like, "Yeah, that guy's class is sooooo hard! I haven't even started my paper yet." Bahahaha. Then it took us forever to find an exit gate that was actually unlocked. We were really smooth.

By the way, does anyone else think it's funny that Harvard's motto is "Veritas," while Yale's is "Lux et Veritas"? It's like, oh, you've got truth? Well, we've got light AND truth. Hah! Nothing like one-upping your rival using Latin.

Now I'm blogging alone in my hotel room wearing nothing but my new Yale sweatshirt and pajama pants while everyone else is in Costas' room watching Die Hard. And now I'm done blogging. See you tomorrow, I hope!

Yale trip, day 1

I'm here!!!! Ok, I haven't actually seen Yale yet, but I'm in New Haven.

This morning we left school on a chartered bus at 5:30 AM and drove 5 hours to Dallas. Then we waited 3 more hours before boarding a plane to Hartford, CT. I sat between two strange men who didn't talk to me much. I was ok with that. I wanted to sleep. Best part? We didn't crash! Haha. Have I mentioned how much I hate planes? I've flown a million times, and I know that plane crashes are relatively rare, but I'm still always surprised when I survive a flight. I guess I'm morbid like that.

Oh, and it took my right ear approximately four hours to pop once we landed. FML.

Anywho, when we arrived in Hartford it was around 5 PM, and it was already dark outside! What gives?! Stupid daily savings time! At this point we were all starving, but we still had an hour-long bus ride to New Haven. We drove, we checked in to the Omni, I changed into real pants, and some of us went to 50-cent wing night at Buffalo Wild Wings. 'Twas fun. Later we chilled at a bar and looked each other's names up on urbandictionary.com. "Lucy" was my favorite (unless retarded). Hah!

Well, this post was boring and chronological. That's probably how they're going to be while I'm here. Now I'm watching Family Guy. Oops, did it again. Alas.

See you tomorrow (unless I'm too sleepy)!

The time has come, my little friends.

This is it, kids. The moment you've all been waiting for.

I'M GOING TO YALE TOMORROW!!!!

We're boarding a bus at 5:30 in the mother-lovin' morning. I will be extremely cranky. I won't have gotten much sleep. I won't get much sleep on the plane, either. But none of that matters. I can't, can't, can't, CAN'T wait to get there!

I've been looking forward to this trip for seven months. I have so many exciting shenanigans planned. You just don't even know. I want to spend three billion hours exploring the library. I want to see creepy, taxidermized Handsome Dan. I WANT TO TOUCH THE TOE! Gilmore Girls? Anyone? Oh, and let's not forget about my super secret side trip of awesome! Mwahahaha.

Oh, plus I'm going to be singing for thousands of the nation's best music educators in one of the 9 best choirs in the nation. There's that too. :-P

Sometimes my major really gets me down. You all know that. Sometimes I really hate it. I'm not even sure I want to use this music degree in my real life. Even still, music always comes through for me. When absolutely nothing else in my life is certain, when I start to feel like all I do is wait around for something that will never happen, when everything (and/or everyone) disappoints me, music is always there. Some people drink when they get down. I prefer to listen to music I love and remind myself that I kick ass. :-)

Anywho, that's all the bloggin' you'll get out of me tonight. Please let me know if I ever get too vague and cryptic about my personal life around here. This is not, I repeat, NOT livejournal. I got a new blog for a reason. It's perfectly alright to say, "What the hell are you talking about in such and such sentence?"

I think I'm going to make myself a grilled cheese sandwich. I can do that now that Michael Aranda's "The Nonsense Song" taught me how. :-P I'll dropkick your face if you touch my pizza, suckaz.

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Bach, I FEEL like "sweet death."

I'm sick. AGAIN. Whyyyyyyy do I have to be sick again???

We're leaving for Yale in a week. What the hell kind of shitty timing is this, body?

That's one reason why I haven't been blogging lately, despite always saying that I plan to blog about this or that next time. Writing is something I like to do and feel like I'm fairly good at, but it takes a lot of focus and concentration and clear thinking. I don't exactly have the time lately to prepare for and then experience such mental strain too often. This semester makes me want to spend all of my free moments participating in such productive activities as napping and watching shows on Hulu.

My sickness is apparently sinusitis and an ear infection, but the doctor says I should feel better by Friday. Cross your fingers, everyone.

I feel too crappy to finish this post. Hah. Sorry! Before I go, however, I feel like you all should know that I started following another show. I know! Don't eat me. I started watching Cougar Town. Sure, it has the world's stupidest title, but it's surprisingly funny. The interaction between the mom and the son is priceless every time. And I just love Courteney Cox. I had to! Besides, new episodes of Family Guy don't appear on Hulu every week. It's merely a trade-off.

Now it's bedtime before I die of deathness.

Simply Incredible

A few hours ago was just chilling on computer, procrastinating as usual. Then I see a flashing pop-up window heralding an unprecedented event - a Skype call from Hayley Hoover. I answer.

"JESUS LOVES ME, THIS I KNOW
FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO
LITTLE ONES TO HIM BELONG...." and so on, until the song was complete.

Then I hear, "HI, KAITLYN! MY FRIENDS AND I ARE CAROLING. I LIKE YOU. BYE."

And that was it. I didn't know what to make of it or how to carry on with my life after that. All I know is that it was the most exciting slash hilarious thing that happened to me all day.

Anywho, I'm back at school from fall break. Fall break is such a dirty tease. So dirty, in fact, that I don't feeling like blogging about it at the moment. I'm going to tell you that I'll talk about it later, but you know as well as I that I may or may not do that.

One thing I will tell you is that I nearly gave myself a concussion yesterday. I had to sing in yet another choir concert, and I lost my keys somewhere in my car just 20 minutes before I had to be ready. I searched and searched, but I couldn't find them. I started to get really freaked out and frustrated. Then I must have lost control of my motor skills because I opened the driver's door WAY too fast and hit myself squarely in the forehead. Really, REALLY hard. It was one of those pains that hurt so badly that I couldn't even feel it at first. I thought I was going to pass out right there in the parking lot. I'm really surprised I wasn't concussed. I'm still carrying a souvenir of the incident in the form of a painful lump on my head. I did find my keys, though.

In other news, why have I committed to following so many damn tv shows? Seriously. Hulu is a very good, very bad thing. Right now I'm watching Glee, Heroes, 30 Rock, Family Guy, The Office, Lie to Me, and FlashForward. Why? Who the hell knows. There's no real reason to follow Family Guy since it's not at all a sequence, but I am anyway. I just started FlashForward yesterday. I got the craving today to start watching Ugly Betty, but I told myself no. Seven shows is quite enough.

In other other news, why can't I do any damn school work? I am so burned out. OH, BUT HEY! My other PRAXIS scores came in, and I passed! I CAN GRADUATE IN MAY!!! This news just burns me out even more.

Finally, I just wanted to take a second to thank my commenters, especially commenter The Vagabond, who said that she likes the way I write. That makes me really happy. One of the reasons why I don't blog more often is that I take incredible pride and care in the way I turn a sentence, and I'm not just talking grammar. And to commenter Kristin, my ultimate dream job after college would be traveling the world. I wish I could forgo my career altogether and just travel for the rest of my life. I have an insatiable wanderlust.

That's it for tonight. I'm sleepy and mostly caught up on tv. Wish I could say the same for my homework.

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You'll Never Guess

You will never, ever, ever in a million years guess what I did tonight.

Time for a little back story. About a week ago it was my friend Kirk's birthday. He and some of his MALE friends happened upon a van from a radio station. They asked the radio guys what they were doing, and the radio guys said they were raffling off tickets for the Chippendales. Kirk and company decided to enter the raffle just to be funny. A few hours later, Kirk's phone rang. He won the tickets.

Flash forward to tonight. I step away from my phone for a few minutes, and when I return I have 3 missed calls and a text from Kirk asking, "What're you doing now?" I call back, and my friend Katie asks me in desperation to go see the Chippendales with her. I had completely forgotten about those tickets. She begged me. She wanted to go so badly, and no one else she called would go with her. It was a funny idea, but I didn't think I would enjoy that sort of thing, so I said no. She begged me some more, but I still said no. After I hung up, though, I started to feel bad. If I didn't go with her, she wouldn't get to go at all. I was the one thing standing in between this girl and her night of crazy hilarity. And it wouldn't cost me anything. So I caved. She freaked out and said, "I'MMA BUY YOU DRINK!"

So yeah. We went. We didn't really know what we were going to see. It was awkward and horrible but also kind of hilarious. It was a giant casino ballroom filled to bursting with drunk women who all seemed to enjoy watching muscley men strip off tacky costumes in a raunchy way. Katie and I were pretty uncomfortable at first, but after a while our terrific senses of humor kicked in. It really was hilarious, especially considering that 98% of the people there were truly getting their kicks while Katie and I were laughing at everything. Weirdest part? We actually spotted two men in the crowd, both of whom seemed to be there with their wives/girlfriends. Sounds like a fantastic date idea.

OH! And one of the Chippendales was named Corey Matthews. Hahahaha. Katie said, "I guess that boy really met the world!" Get it? Yeah.

So now I can say that I've been to a Chippendale's show. It was only a favor for a friend, and I didn't even enjoy it properly, but I went. We bought Kirk a Chippendale's tank top. I can't wait to give it to him. I think his reaction will be well worth the collective $20 we spent on it.

I don't feel like typing anymore tonight. I swear I will talk soon about what my parents did in New York. I won't forget. Tonight's story just trumped it all.

Goodnight!

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I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *squee*

Hey, guess what! I PASSED THE MUSIC PRAXIS!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you believe it?! I can't believe it. Well, I can kind of believe it. I can't believe I finally have my scores. I'm going crazy! After years of dreading it, it's finally behind me.

And I actually did alarmingly well. The range of possible scores is 100-200. The passing score for my state is 151. I got 190!!! Seriously! How the hell did I do that?!?! I feel like they had to have switched my scores with someone else's. It's like in Legally Blonde when Elle got an impossibly high score on the LSAT. No wait! It's like that episode of Gilmore Girls when they got their PSAT scores. OK, I guess the Legally Blonde reference is more accurate. I'm getting carried away. I just can't believe it!!!!!

I really needed this today. I had a really crappy morning. My conducting professor spent a humiliatingly long time berating me, my conducting, and my work ethic in class this morning. It's frustrating because I don't actually give a shit about being a great conductor. I just want to graduate and get the hell out of here. And maybe direct a church choir. Anyway, I was in a bad mood this morning. Then as I'm walking to choir around noon, I see Kaci Kimball walking toward me quickly. "Our music PRAXIS scores are up! Michael saw his. He passed!" And then I proceeded to have a conniption fit.

My breathing was heavy and my hands were shaking as I attempted to log into the PRAXIS website. Oh, wait. I forgot my username. Crap crap crap. So I have to go through the security question ordeal (this time, thankfully, it wasn't "Who is Bob Saget?"), reset my password, and try again. And finally, there it is. I didn't even look at my number right away. I just took a slow, relaxing breath for the first time in months as I looked in awe and incredulity upon the word PASSED.

Then I texted everyone whom I thought would care (admittedly only three people). Then I took an ecstatic DailyBooth picture. Then I updated my Facebook status. Then I simultaneously took a shower and began writing a stupid song about how excited I am. It was a good afternoon.

Granted, I'm not out of the woods yet. The battle is only half won. I've still got my PLT score to worry about. The PLT was mostly essay, so it's almost entirely subjective. Oh, great. Now I've gotten myself all worked up again. CHILL, self. You did amazingly well on the music test. ENJOY IT.

I have so much more to blog about, but I'm just too sleepy. Next time I'll tell you about my parents' NYC excursion sans offspring, from which they returned yesterday. Jealousssss.

Goodnight! <3

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P.S. My YouTube channel claims that I have watched exactly 14,000 videos to date. Sweet.

I always forget there was a president called Zachary Taylor.

It rained today. It rained really, really hard today. It rained really, really hard ALL DAY, and I had a lot of places to go. But that's not the most horrible thing that happened today!

I went through the drive-thru at my beloved Yeero Yeero for lunch, and I decided to shake things up a little. I usually order a chicken gyro pita sandwich and add feta cheese. Today I ordered a chicken gyro platter instead, which is basically the sandwich in platter form with a side of vegetables and a drink. Well, the pouring rain and rushing wind must have made it difficult for the Greek kid in the headset to hear me, because I got home to find that my platter did not contain chicken. They gave me.........LAMB! *gasp* Oh, the horror.

Ok, it actually wasn't too terrible. It definitely wasn't as good as the chicken, though. So lunch today left me a little disappointed. Maybe it was sign from God that I should drop the feta and pick up an apple now and then. My bank account could definitely use the break. I'm supposed to be saving for a trip I may want to take this summer, and I haven't been doing so well with that lately. I need to get one of those design-your-own credit cards. The background image of mine would just be the words "INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL IS BETTER THAN GREEK FOOD AND NERFIGHTERLIKE T-SHIRTS."

In other news, ALL CAPS music has been stuck in my head all day, probably because I've been listening to it in the car all day.

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Whew, ok. I'm back. I had to go pick up my roommate because her won't start. Hah, we really don't have good luck with cars around here, do we?

I think I'm going to end this particular entry now anyway. Like I said, I did a bunch of things today, such as go to church and go to church orchestra rehearsal and sing a choir concert at a church (it is Sunday, after all), but nothing truly interesting happened. When I had a thought today, it was usually that I wanted to take a nap. I guess there was one awkward/funny moment to take from today, but I decided to make a video about it. I know, right? I actually made a video. Grrrrrr busyness and sleepiness keeping me from videoness!

Speaking of videoness, did anyone else notice that John Green left Gerald Ford out of his video about U.S. Presidents' last words? I did. Still, it's a pretty badassly nerdy video. I hope my last words are good. If not, tell them I said something worthy of being memorized by Pudge Halter.

And with that, I leave you. Goodnight, all!

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Zombies and Corn (but no zombicorns)

I may be getting burned out on school, but I'm still taking time to savor those truly college experiences while I still can. Tonight was one of those night, as less than an hour ago I was on a crowded front porch with a bunch of my drunk friends, wearing a toilet paper costume, ducking as a wounded butterfly kept trying to land on my face. It was my friend Kirk's 21st birthday party, and it was pretty ridiculous.

The theme was sci-fi. We had a cut-open styrofoam head with exposed spaghetti brains on the table and Dawn of the Dead in the dvd player, except for when Zakk challenged me to DDR. We were both terrible, although he was surprisingly not terrible for a guy with muscular dystrophy. Kirk's mom sent him 21 counts of 21 different things, so we had 21 bouncy balls, 21 jars of bubbles, 21 party blowers, etc. In case you've never heard it, I can assure you that 21 people blowing 21 party blowers simultaneously makes an indescribable noise.

We were all supposed to dress up like sci-fi characters, even though only about half of us did. Lame. I went as a PG version of the girl from The Fifth Element. I'm not really comfortable enough with my body to not wear a shirt, so I did. Hah. I did my best to recreate her outfit using toilet paper and tape, but it was pretty difficult. Most people could tell who I was, though....once I told them. :-P

The one thing that's sometimes awkward about this group is that most of them are dating each other. It's not a problem, really. They do their best not to make me like the wheel of a certain odd number. When they act all couple-y, though, I feel like I should go away and let them have their couple moment. The trouble with booze is that it makes people act especially couple-y. And tonight we had the added bonus of two people who are not a couple deciding to act rather couple-y anyway. Sigh. It just made me a little lonely. Well, at least I had Leah and Andrew Jarboe to entertain me.

On an unrelated note, I went to the corn maze earlier today with Christopher, Rachel, and Justin. It wasn't as cool as the corn maze we have back home, but it was still kind of fun. It got less fun and more frustrating as we got more lost. I guess we weren't exactly lost; we kept finding ways out. We just never found the official way out that we were searching for. That was a little disappointing. I also tried to befriend some chickens that were hanging out by the maze, but a little boy chased them away too soon. After the maze, we went back to Christopher's and watched tv while we ate pizza that gave me the shits. Woot.

In other news, I think I have officially gotten Christopher hooked on Glee! Woohoo!! :-P And I should probably go to sleep now. Goodnight!

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Just a little updatey sort of update.

I was a pretty worthless human being this past week. I starting feeling sick again, so I got some antibiotics. If my stomach wasn't full enough when I took the pills, I got excruciating pains like the fire of a thousand burning suns in my abdomen. So then I wanted to skip class, and once you start skipping, it's hard to stop. Plus there was that night we drank and watched Glee. Siiiiigh.

Therefore, let it be resolved that I have a fun, relaxing weekend and be ready to get back into the swing of things on Monday. I can do this. Grrr. Senioritis is a bitch, especially the second year in a row.

Speaking of getting burned out, tonight we had our second Friday night concert in the past two weeks. Just to shake things up, the concert was at a casino. And by "just to shake things up," I mean that Dave freaked out about a church-affiliated school choir having to sing at a casino, but he went through with it because we agreed to sing before we knew where it was. I didn't think it was a big deal, although it was pretty awkward having to stumble through hoards of drunken gamblers who were confused by our tuxes and gowns as we tried to find the room. Dave (choir director) made us show up an hour early, and there wasn't even a place for us to warm up. And on top of that, it was probably another hour until they were ready for us to sing. All of this on a Friday night. Needless to say, everyone was cranky and hating the world by the end of it all.

On a side note, is it bad that I feel like I have to update my blog frequently or I will lose count of how many times I eat Greek food? I have an ongoing tally in my head, and I constantly have to think, "Ok, it's two times more since my last blog..." Yeah, I need a Yeero Yeero twelve-step program.

Well, I suppose I better go to sleep now, as it is nearly 2 AM. I have to get up early-ish (for a Saturday, anyway) to do the March for Maji. Basically you pay $2-5 to walk around the field for a few hours, and somehow that helps build water wells in Kenya. I know, I know, it's symbolic. It just sounds silly when you say it like that. :-P Anyway, free food + exercise + good cause = not too shabby. And after that, I'm going with a few of my friends to the corn maze! Yaaaayy!

Goodnight/morning, everyone!

Yeero Yeero indulgences this school year: 9
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P.S. I should really check my comments on older entries more often. I just saw the awesome comment that Maribel left on my crazy self-discovery blog. It made me smile. Thanks! :-)

Dumb Bitch Chronicles, Ep. 2

I'm not even in a bad mood today, but dumb bitch Andromeda has really been making the rounds lately. I just have to blog about it.

Every year my college choir does a big concert in late fall called Rhapsody. It's our biggest fundraiser, and every choir member is required to sell 15 tickets. If we don't sell them all, we have to pay for the ones we don't sell. It's pretty aggravating, not to mention a huge financial burden for the unlucky ones, but I usually don't have a problem. I also sing in a church choir, and almost everyone there wants Rhapsody tickets. A lot of them are alumni of the college choir. Should be easy for me, right? Normally, yes. This year, not so much.

Enter Andromeda. Two days after we receive our tickets, she takes it upon herself to go to church and sell FORTY TICKETS. Forty. Remember how I said we only have to sell fifteen? There is absolutely no fathomable reason for any one person to sell over double what is required when there are sixty more of us who need to sell tickets. Oh, and you want to know the best part? She's planning to use her excess sales to "help the other altos" at school, as opposed to those of us who actually go to this church. So basically, the rest of us are fucked because we don't sing alto. I have nowhere else to sell tickets. The injustice of the situation makes my blood pressure rise to a dangerous level.

One last point. This is a minor injustice in comparison, but it's the principle of the thing. Today our director asked us who could put up Rhapsody posters at their churches, and Andromeda remained conspicuously silent. What, you sell out the place, and you don't even have the decency to put up a damn poster to remind people of the dates of the concert? I'm not sure if I've been clear up to this point, but this girl really grinds my gears.

Uh...anyone out there in Internetland wanna buy a Rhapsody ticket? :-P

In other news, John Green's Paper Towns came out in paperback in America earlier this week. Sadly, neither of my ten-word comments were deemed good enough to win a copy from John. I thought they were pretty clever.

1. My bobble head arrived today! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
2. I kicked a Hummer today. I can has Paper Towns?

Sure, the second one was lame, but the first one was a poetry reference!!! Haha. Oh, well. John Green apparently cannot be swayed even by the likes of Lewis Carroll.

And that's all I have for today, kids. My cortisone shot is starting to wear off, so I'm going to take some antibiotics and sleep off this crappy feeling. Cheerio!

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Carry on, my wayward life.

I had my last first choir tour of the year with the CCC over the weekend. Even though I was sick from a terrible flu-like virus, I didn't have to try too hard. The tour was to my hometown, and I got to stay at my house. I also brought five other choir kids home with me for the night, and Ben came over to hang with us. It's so bizarre when my worlds collide like that - my family and my friend from home intermingling with college friends who look completely foreign in this environment. It was pretty fun, though. We ate pizza and stayed up way too late watching the idiots on CMT's "The Singing Bee." One girl actually didn't know the chorus of "Carry On Wayward Son." I was horrified.

Speaking of which, why did Kansas have to drop the "my" from the song's title? Was the confusion caused by the omission of the word really worth the space they saved without those two letters?

Regardless, I'm feeling much better now. I've actually been feeling pretty good since Friday, when the doctor gave me a butt shot. Man, that thing must have been magical. In a few hours' time I was feeling good enough to go see the technically-bad-but-still-kind-of-fun Fame.

Oh, something else happened during tour - I became aware of my director's knowledge of my YouTube channel. We were in line for dinner Sunday night, and he asked me what type of sandwich was on a certain tray, even though he had already touched one. So he had to take it, whether or not he cares for pimento cheese. I told him he could have just read the sign on the table, and he chuckled sheepishly. Then he said something to the effect of "I better watch what I say around you, or I might accidentally give you material for your YouTube." I was filled with mixed feelings of awkward embarrassment over the revelation and amusement because he thought our conversation might actually be YouTube-worthy.

Anywho, today is my dad's 55th birthday! He had to be in a nearby city for work, so tonight went to Macaroni Grill for dinner. I also brought Christopher and Rachel. It was slightly awkward, as long stretches of alone time with my dad typically are, but I thought it was a nice night. I hope they did too. We got back to my apartment around 8:30, and somehow we were all completely exhausted. I could've gone to bed right then, but my dad wanted to check my car. Meanwhile, I showed Rachel and Christopher some Barats and Bereta and Dave Days. After that, plus a brief discussion of what prominent YouTubers I don't like (which does not include Barats and Bereta or Dave Days!), everyone left. And now I'm here, blogging alone instead of sleeping. It's still only 10:40. Oh my damn.

I had more to say, but screw it. It can wait a day or two. Goodnight, everyone!

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Top 10 Favorite Things

Yesterday I mentioned that pictures would be among my top ten favorite things if I actually had such a list. So today I decided to procrastinate by way of making said list. And here it is, in no particular order,

My Top 10 Favorite Things
1. people who love me
2. pillows
3. musicals
4. cheese
5. pictures
6. books
7. outer space
8. European cities
9. animals
10. Disney

So there you go. That's my list, at least for today.

What are your top ten favorite things? Tell me!
Also tell me if you think I forgot something in my list. It's possible.

Randomness of Late

I'm tired of having that boring, self-indulgent, essay-type thing as my top blog post, so I'm going to tell you some random stuff now.

Six months later, I still love DailyBooth. I thought I would get tired of looking at myself, but that's not really what it's about. I love seeing people's lives through pictures. I'm a big fan of pictures, anyway. Pictures are among my top ten favorite things of a time. I'm not sure what else is on that list, but I bet it also includes puppies, guinea pigs, musicals, and feta cheese.

I really need to pluck my eyebrows and clip my toenails, but I can't find my tweezers OR nail clippers. My messiness and memory lapses of late are becoming problematic. I hope I'm only forgetful because I don't get enough sleep, rather than because of, say, a brain tumor or something equally horrible. Sometimes I jump to seemingly irrational conclusions.

Why do I keep indulging my food impulses? There is a completely unnecessary amount of Ben & Jerry's in my freezer right now. Blarg. Why can't all food be good for you?

We are completely out of toilet paper and reasonable substitutes (i.e. Kleenex), but I'm not sure I can afford to buy any at the moment. I popped two tires about two weeks ago and had to pay over $300 to replace them. That day - not the day I killed the tires, but the day I found out what it would cost me - was last Wednesday, and it was the worst day I've had in a long time. I tend not to let small frustrations bring me down, so I don't usually have bad days. Still, as the great Hannah Montana says, "everybody has those days" at some point.

*resists the urge to break into the hip-swinging dance moves from "Nobody's Perfect"*

As the Threadless shirt says, I wish procrastination was a marketable skill. I shut myself in my room all afternoon/night because I HAVE TO GIVE A PRESENTATION IN TWO DAYS AND NOBODY BOTHER ME BLAH BLAH. And then I take a long nap. Or I clear out my Gmail inbox. I think I'm already burned out on school. This wouldn't be a problem if I were a theatre major. Sigh. The things I put myself through for so-called job security.

Yeah, I think this post is long enough. I have a lovely Dumb Bitch Chronicles story to tell you, but I'll save it for later. As you may have noticed, I started keeping track of how many Pop-Tarts I eat this school year in an attempt to keep that number to a minimum. I've decided to also keep track of how many times I go to my favorite fast(ish) food place, Yeero Yeero, because my Greek food addiction is out of control. Like I said, I loves me some feta.

That's all for now. Ciao, lovelies.

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I am green and you are blue.

So I had my first-ever SGA (student government) meeting tonight. Yes, I have a say in how our students' money is spent. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

As is typical with any sort of first meeting, we had to play one of those insipid ice-breaker games (notice how any time I mention ice-breaker games in this blog I always label them "insipid"). It was one of those annoying ones where you're given a bunch of personality traits and you have to rank them according to how well they describe you. Then you add up your score to find out what "color" you are - Orange, Gold, Blue, or Green. I tied for both Blue and Green.

Blues are Idealists. Greens are Rational. I'm rational AND an idealist? Isn't a rational idealist kind of an oxymoron? It seems completely illogical, and the fact that I started thinking about the logic of the situation is why I picked Green when we split up into our colors.

But you know, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. I don't sit around and think about my own personality traits all that often, which I guess isn't a bad thing. However, I realized today that I am...what? Confusing? Complex? Insane? I'm a whole lot of different things. I love reading. I like knowing things, having facts, getting answers to my questions. I may do spontaneous things, but deep inside my head I'm pretty rational (irrational fears aside). I have a pretty realistic view of life. I appreciate romantic gestures but would never expect a real person to be Prince Charming. All of those things are Green characteristics. On the other hand, I'm really shy and sensitive. I take everything personally, so my feelings are easily hurt. I love people but also need my alone time. I can't help but care about people and overflow with sympathy for them. I'm a really good listener. I like having a long, intimate conversation with just one other person. These are all Blue characteristics.

I guess it does make sense when you think about it. Maybe having so many contrasting personality traits inside my one person is what makes me so quirky and memorable. Another thing I've noticed is that people who get to know me well don't really forget me. I don't let that many people get really close to me, but I seem to leave a subconscious impression on those who do. Random people always contact me from forever-long ago. Ex-boyfriends randomly Facebook IM me for no reason. It's pretty weird, actually. Maybe it's because I'm also uncommonly good at remembering people. I'm not bragging or anything, because honestly I don't think that any of this is brag-worthy. I'm just wondering what it is about me that makes people remember. Unless anyone can offer better insight, I'll just chock it up to being my own special brand of crazy. :-P

Well. I guess I got more out of that insipid ice-breaker than I thought. Hmm.

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Detox

I wrote a blog post last night when I was drunk, and this morning I deleted it. I hope none of you saw it. You probably didn't think much of it if you did see it, but it had strong undertones of frustration and vulnerability. I got kind of upset about what feels to me like a hopeless situation. If a person wants something badly enough, they'll go after it. If they have to think too hard about it, then they must not really want it. Think about that before you string someone along for years.

I actually walked home last night by myself in the darkness and the rain. That was pretty stupid, but it was also a weird kind of rush. I really need a chaperon when I drink. That way I can avoid doing things like accidentally buying the same Pearl Jam song twice on iTunes.

Enough with last night's shenanigans. What's important right now is that I'M DONE WITH THE PRAXIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took it (them, actually, as it was two tests) yesterday morning for about six hours. My hand hurt so badly by the end of the second test. I felt like I would never be able to write again. At the same time, though, I didn't feel like a total failure. The music test was harder than the practice tests I took, and the PLT was entirely subjective. So basically, I have no idea how I did. I feel like there's at least a good chance I passed, though.

I didn't even realize how stressed I had been until I walked out of the test building and discovered that I could breathe again. It's much better on this side of the test. I can do everything I haven't been able to do for the past few weeks, like watch Glee and read for fun!

Speaking of books, my school's annual Book Bazaar was this weekend. I have never seen so many crazy people freak out about used books. I worked the first shift of the record sales for SAI, and I saw people lining up outside the building three hours before it opened. THREE HOURS! The line was wrapped all the way around the building and out to the street by the time people were allowed to come it. It. Was. Nuts.

Last year I bought WAY too many books. I still haven't even read them all. It's just so hard not to go crazy in a room of 30,000 books that are all priced under $2. So this year I had to go in with a goal in mind. I was going to find a decent copy of The Catcher in the Rye and then leave. I found my copy, but there was a copy of 1984 right next to it, so I bought that one too. Later I saw a novel called Bel Canto, which captured my attention as a music nerd, so I picked that one up too. Three books for about $3 total. Not a bad haul. Excellent display of self-control.

Anyway, now it's today. I haven't done too much. I watched Glee, I watched The Magic School Bus, and I watched Kanye West act like the world's biggest shithead and humiliate poor Taylor Swift. Thank heaven for Beyonce. She makes everything better.

No turning back now.

This is it. I'm going to be now, and when I awake I'm going to take the PRAXIS(es). These are my last few moments on this side of the PRAXIS. I've been studying with my roommate all damn day/night (she's taking it too), and we think we're finally ready.

I'll see you all on the other side.

Days 'til PRAXIS: ZERO!!!

Sometimes I just shouldn't talk.

I may have mentioned before that I like the cover of the new American paperback edition of Paper Towns better than any other Paper Towns cover I've seen so far. I just don't see the point in buying it since I already have two different editions of the book (American hardcover Blue Margo and Australia paperback). Luckily, John is giving away one copy of the new edition every day for the next two weeks, as he stated in his latest video. That gives me fourteen chances to get the book without paying for it. To be eligible you just have to leave him a ten-word comment, and he picks his favorites. I officially entered myself into the mix just a few moments ago. I would tell you what my comment says, but I fear copyright infringement. I'll dish when the two weeks are over.

Anyway, today I took my first Biology 101 (yes, I'm in freshman biology) test of the semester. I think it went decently well. But that's not important right now. What's important was my professor's mention of a certain scientific tool during today's lab. It's a U-shaped tube. It's called a "U tube." He made the point of mentioning that it has nothing to doing with making videos. I cringed instinctively, as I always do when an unwelcome IRL acquaintance wants to talk about my YouTube life. I was waiting for some lovely classmate to shout something obnoxious about my videos. Then I remembered that this class is made up of mostly freshmen, none of whom are actually my friends. Crisis averted, but boy, you should've seen that split-second look of terror flash across my face.

Later, but still during that same class period, the professor asks why water does not completely change color the instant you put in a drop of food coloring. Out loud and for the world to hear I said, "Because it's not magic." And then I did an internal facepalm. I really shouldn't talk sometimes.

As further evidence that I spew embarrassing nerd far too often, check out this lovely exchange between a friend and me. It happened mere moments ago via the evil Facebook chat.

Kirk: I've found that the only way I can communicate with people anymore is via internet chat...
Kirk: damn my schedule
Kaitlyn: i know, me too
Kaitlyn: it sucks'
Kaitlyn: lol @ my accidental apostrophe
Kaitlyn: sucks is in possession of something

Siiiiiiiiiigh. Goodnight, everybody.

Days 'til PRAXIS: 4
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I never change, do I?

Well. The craziest thing just happened to me.

I received an e-mail from a site that I haven't used in about five years. I'm not even sure why I joined the site in the first place. I never really used it. I decided to deactivate my account.

Well, apparently this site just didn't want to let me go. I clicked the "Deactivate" button on the site. Then I had to confirm my deactivation by clicking on a link in an e-mail they sent me. And THEN I had to provide the answer to my "secret question." You know, the "I forgot my password" question that you always have to provide but almost never need.

Now, like I said, I haven't used this site in about five years, which means I made up that question just as long ago. The situation is already potentially problematic. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more complicated, I spied my question.

"Who is Bob Saget?"

WHAT THE HELL, HIGH-SCHOOL-AGED ME?! Did I REALLY expect myself to be able to answer that inside-jokey-joke question years later?

I ventured a guess, just in case. I facetiously answered, "my hero." And guess what? That was the right answer.

Can I get a "LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL" from all the people at home? I guess I haven't changed as much as I'd like to think.

The downside to this blog post is that I can no longer use that question and answer to protect my passwords, but I thought it was too funny not to blog about.

In other news, Christopher and I took a road trip to see the Beach Boys last night! It was so much fun. Those dudes may be old, but they still know how to jam. They were surprisingly entertaining. I was impressed. I'll end with some pictures.

A Very Soul-Stealing Potter Musical

Well, there you have it. Last night I had absolutely nothing to do for many, many hours. I could have used this time for such important activities as....oh, I don't know...studying for the PRAXIS?! But no. I chose to get on YouTube and finish watching A Very Potter Musical.

Costas and I started watching it together on Friday but only got through about six videos. Don't tell him I finished it without him.

I know I don't have to tell most of you this, but OH. MY. GOD. FUNNIEST DAMN THING I'VE EVER SEEN. EVER. Nothing in this life has ever filled me with such joy. Can they please reunite and take it on the road? Mass-produce a cast recording? Or better yet, make the rights available for amateur theatrical purposes?? I'm just DYING to play Draco Malfoy.

But wait, you say. Something doesn't add up! AVPM doesn't take hours and hours to watch. You still could've studied for the PRAXIS. Ah yes, you would think so. However, you aren't accounting for the hours and hours that I spent watch Act 1, Part 11 over and over and over again. Yes, this is the part of the musical that features "Granger Danger." It's a good thing no one else was home last night to hear me sing along to it about a thousand times in a row. And then when I woke up this morning, what was the first thing I did? I marched immediately over to my computer, sat my butt down in the less-comfy-than-you'd-expect swivel chair, and watched/sang with "Granger Danger." It just won't get out of my head!!!!

If anyone knows how to break the "Granger Danger" curse, please tell me in the comments.

In other news, I'm leaving in about two hours for a roadtrip! Destination? THE BEACH BOYS!!!! Well, technically a casino in which the Beach Boys are performing. But I'm going! As is Christopher. So excited!!!

Days 'til PRAXIS: 6
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I love a daiquiri sometimes.

Well, I just watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince for the second time. FINALLY.

And I thought it was bloody brilliant!!!

I loved it even more this time. I caught little things I never saw before, such as Harry awkwardly playing with the armrest on the train while Lavender wrote "R + L" on the foggy compartment door. I laughed so hard and resisted the urge to make so many silly comments. And, ok, sometimes I didn't resist the urge.

Things that still bothered me: Narcissa's hair, Bellatrix, Ginny/the kiss scene, the fire at the Burrow.

Granted, this time I snuck a daiquiri into the theater. And the theater was super ghetto - it didn't have stadium seating or an outside box office. And I was with some super-silly friends (Kurt and David) who made silly comments with me the whole time.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand I just found out that my friend Sam Houston (not the dead, historical one) is coming over! I haven't seen him in like two years!

Tonight has been wonderful!

Top 10 Reason Why I Fail to Blog

1. I'm too tired.
2. I've spent too much time on YouTube, Twitter, DailyBooth, FMyLife, and such, and now I'm too tired.
3. Nothing much happened today, and I don't want to make anyone read about it.
4. Too much happened today, and I lack the drive to sort through what's blog-worthy and what's not.
5. I'm in class all damn day and "do homework" all damn night.
6. I'd rather nap/eat/weave baskets.
7. Did somebody say PRAXIS?! (I wish my keyboard had a real interrobang.)
8. I'm feeling emo and don't want anyone to know.
9. It's easy to sit around and stew in my thoughts, but trying to actually articulate them in a semi-entertaining and concise manner is too daunting of a task.
10. I'm a pretty decent writer when I try, but my blog will never, ever be as good as Hayley's.

So basically, Hayley, it's all your fault.
Ok, fine. I'm just lazy.
As soon as I take the PRAXIS(es), I'll try to keep up this blog. At least every three days.
There. That's my goal.
Peace.

Oh, and I don't really weave baskets. I wish I were that cool.

And it's only the first week...

Just a quick clarification regarding my last blog, especially for reader Rubeena. The term "dumb bitch" does not necessarily mean what it literally should. It's a slang term that people at my school use to describe a person who is or does something exceedingly stupid and/or annoying. You know that person in your life who makes you wonder how the hell they got into college? That's a dumb bitch.

ANYWAY, yesterday I had pretty interesting start to one of my classes. The teacher insisted that we play one of those insipid get-to-know-you games. We each wrote down three "thought-provoking" questions (one of mine was "What is your favorite Harry Potter book?"). Then we had to go around the room and ask people our questions. Since it was 8:20 AM and I was NOT in the mood for this, I mostly talked to people I knew.

BAD IDEA.

When everyone was done asking questions, we had to get up and talk about ourselves. Sort of. We each stood up and said our name and major. Then the people who asked you questions got to tell the rest of the class about you based on the answers you gave. Since I had mostly talked to my friends, they knew what questions to ask me to provoke funny answers. So on my turn I stand up, and my friend Chris says, "Kaitlyn's favorite topic to discuss is Harry Potter." Facepalm. Then my friend Sunny says, "The website she visits most often is YouTube because she's on it."

Oh shit.

Bear in mind that this class is about 80% jocks. No one was amused. Well, the teacher was. But there ya go. Already I'm the weird Harry Potter girl, and it's only the first week.

In other news, IT'S ALMOST MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!

On August 27, in about twenty minutes, I will be 22. Twenty-freakin-two. I don't even know what to do. I'm old.

Well, I guess I'll stay up 'til midnight and then go straight to bed like the old lady I am. Have a nice my birthday, everyone!

Dumb Bitch Chronicles, Ep. 1

I'm generally pretty easy-going. I have strong opinions about things (and people!), but I like to avoid conflict. Instead of getting in someone's face when they're bothering me, I'll just walk away and bitch about it later. And guess what, readers? It's later!

I think I'm going to start a semi-regular blog segment called the "Dumb Bitch Chronicles," which shall, as the name suggests, chronicle the moments during which dumb bitches enter my life and annoy me. OK? OK.

So there's this girl in my choir who really grates on everyone's nerves. A charming little in-your-face know-it-all. Likes to point out the obvious in every situation. We're going to call her Andromeda.

My choir had choir camp for about 10 days in mid-August (uugggghh), and at some point during camp we were given the responsibility speech. We're not to let choir ever be our excuse for missing class or not doing school work. We're supposed to be on top of our shit and plan ahead to get everything done on time despite having to go on weekend choir tours. Andromeda happens to be a senior in the choir, so surely this whole spiel should just be a review for her. Well, I'm here to tell you that some people will always be dumb, no matter how many times you tell them something.

Today Andromeda and I were in a class with a few other choir people. We have to give speeches (gag me) a few times this semester, so the professor told us to let him know of any days we will have to miss this semester due to college activities. Actual days of school, NOT weekends.

Well, Andromeda gets up and proclaims with a mighty "I just want to let you know" that some of us will be on choir tour for a few weekends and won't really have time to prepare for a speech the next day.

......

WHAT?! SERIOUSLY???? What. The. Hell.

The professor basically told her that was too damn bad, as he should. Way to be responsible, Andromeda. Knowing about the speech three months in advance doesn't give you enough time? If any professors on campus have a negative impression of the choir, I'm pretty sure it's her fault. There's just nothing like watching someone tarnish the reputation of my cherished organization in one dumb move and not being able to do anything to stop it.

Aaaaaanyway, as you've probably noticed, I've been gone for a while. I was on vacation, and then I went to choir camp. It was long and exhausting but also nostalgic as it was my last. And now I'm back at school. In my new apartment!!! So exciting. Today was the first day, and so far so good-ish.

Oh, and Windows crashed on my still new-ish computer. Boo.

Full House, the way it should have been

Today I was watching Full House. It was the episode where little Michelle (who drives me up the wall, by the way) wants a new mommy, so she asks her teacher over for lunch. She gives her father and her teacher a single glass of milk, turns on what a five-year-old thinks is romantic music, and slips slyly out the door. A few seconds later, she pokes her head in the door and asks, "Are you in loooooooooooove yet?"

Well, that was just too much. I laughed out loud. For once, I literally lol'd. My brother come in the room and says, "Did you really just laugh out loud at Full House?"

I say, "Yeah...so what?"

He claims, "I might chuckle silently every now and then, mostly on the inside." He feels, however, that sincere, audible laughter at the show is too charitable. And I think I have to agree with him. It just caught me off guard this one time. I hope I was laughing less at the show and more at the sheer moronic ridiculousness of the situation.

Anyway, all of these shenanigans reminded me of my Full House dream! It happened a few years ago, and it was the greatest dream I've ever had. And I decided that I just HAVE to blog about it again. I hope I still remember it properly.

So Uncle Jesse and his band had this really important audition for a TV show coming up. I mean, this was his shot. He'd been preparing for weeks. Then on the morning of the audition, everyone else in the band cancels. Seeing as how this is the most important gig of his life, the whole family pulls together to form a "band" and go on the show with him. Well, as hard as they tried, they totally sucked. Backstage after the show, everyone is disappointed, especially Jesse. Little Michelle walks over and hugs him, saying, "I'm sorry, Uncle Jesse. We really tried our best." Now, instead of saying, "It's ok, Shorty. I know you tried. I love you," like he would on the show, he completely goes off on them, yelling about how much they sucked and how much he hates them for ruining his big chance.

That's when Kimmy Gibbler walks in the room. She says, "Don't worry, Elvis. I got it aaaaaaaaaall worked out." He asks her how. Then she strolls up to him, puts an arm around his neck, pauses dramatically, and says.....

..."I slept with the director." :-D

I'm hooooome.

I'm home from vacation! Actually, I'm not excited enough to use an exclamation point. It's more like, "I'm home from vacation."

It was a really great trip. The family started to make me a little claustrophobic after a week or so, but I had a blast overall. I met one of my REAL LIVE YOUTUBE FRIENDS, and that was pretty epic. It's nice to know that not every person on the internet wants to kill and/or rape me.

I don't feel like blogging about the whole trip right now. I'll try to do that soon. I'm just feeling horrendously crappy right now. I'm talking nausea, chills, dizziness, and one count of throwing up spaghetti into a Blockbuster toilet. Yeah, tonight was a super-fun night of work. Luckily David, my manager, is cool and let me not work too hard.

One thing I have to mention, though, is OMG JERSEY BOYS! I saw Jersey Boys on Broadway last week, and I am completely obsessed. I've always like The Four Seasons, but now I can't get enough. The story is so exciting and emotional and sometimes hilarious, and this current cast is amazing. We bought the original Broadway cast album, and we were slightly disappointed that it wasn't as good as our cast. Jarrod Spector is the best Frankie I've heard (and believe me, I did a lot of YouTube research when I got home), and Sebastian Arcelus is great as Bob Gaudio (skip ahead to 3:40 in that video - the rest of that cast is not up to snuff). Also, Sebastian is incredibly attractive, in my wavy-haired-music-nerd-loving opinion.

YouTube really needs to get some more illegal Jersey Boys action goin' on. This is the only video I could find of the current cast, and the sound quality is pretty suckish. But it's the song I'm most obsessed with!!! Although I contend that big girls DO cry. Hello, period?

Also, singing along to the cast recording in my car has led to realize that my comfortable singing range is pretty much the same as Frankie Valli's. Is that....weird? Should I just call myself a countertenor?

Well, I set out to write a quick blog saying that I'm home and barfy, and look what happened. Jersey Boys took me away again. If you are in or around NYC anytime soon, you should go see it while this cast is still there. And I should sleep.

In closing, I'm going to steal something from Hayley just this once.

Sexy: Craig Ferguson, especially when he talks about guinea pigs.
Unsexy: Throwing up spaghetti into a Blockbuster toilet.

Hello, Blog. It's Thursday.

So now that I've had a little time to get out of my own head, I can tell you exactly how the Half-Blood Prince night went down.

Before Ben left for Germany, he gave me his Halloween costume Gryffindor robes. So I wore that, of course. I also wore my plaid skirt from my old school uniform with my "Voldemort Can't Stop Barack" shirt. I was working the schoolgirl vibe. I guess I was Ginny? Kind of. I don't really care about Ginny. Please don't kill me.

My brother and I got there a little over an hour early, and I'm pretty sure that everyone else was already there. I'd never seen so many people at a movie theater. EVER. This place is the second-biggest cinema in the city. It has 15 screens, and that night EVERY SINGLE SCREEN was showing Harry Potter. And they all sold out before the night even started!

A decent number of people dressed up. I was glad not to be the only one. The board that shows which movie is playing in which theatre, instead of just saying "Harry Potter" fifteen times, gave each screen a Hogwarts house name. Our tickets said we were in theater 8, which was a Ravenclaw. I know - fate, right? But we couldn't find good seats in there. We explored a few others before finding some pretty good seats in a Slytherin.

Then I got in line for candy and popcorn, and it took me FORTY MINUTES to get through the line. Holy poop. And then I had to give them $9 for my troubles. I stood in line for 40 minutes just to give them $9 in exchange for crappy junk food. I guess it was better than waiting in my seat for an hour. I'm glad I had the 40 minutes to spare.

A boy in Gryffindor robes approached me and asked if I would run into a Slytherin theater with him, shout "GRYFFINDOR RULES!!!" and run out. Sadly, I had to inform him that I'm a Ravenclaw, despite what my borrowed robes said.

Oh my gosh. I have red hair. I was wearing hand-me-down robes. I REALLY AM A WEASLEY!

Anyway, then we watched the movie, which was mostly enjoyable. Like me, most people weren't sure what to make of it when it ended. There was scattered, uneasy applause. Now I really do think that's it's one of the better films. I rank it right under 1 and 2. The first two will always be my favorites. I think they were wise to finally let another director do more than one film. There's something to be said from continuity as well as learning from your mistakes and improving. Yates definitely improved.

And then it took us 30 minutes to get out of the parking lot. That was awful.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm currently in a hotel room in Tennessee. I'm on vacation with the family. We're doing 2.5 weeks in Philadelphia, Boston, and New York. We should be in Philly by tomorrow night. So excited!!!

Finally, you should check out the SHVP channel this week if you don't usually. The theme this week is Mr. Withakay, and the boys have written some brilliantly hilarious songs about me. :-D

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Initial Reactions

I really can't decide how I feel about it. It was so different from what we've seen before.

I enjoyed watching it. It had some really lovely moments. It was a nice ride; it didn't feel nearly as long as it was. And I can't believe how funny it was. I've never laughed so hard at a Harry Potter movie. They're usually so bogged down with drama, and this one was so light most of the time.

From Azkaban on, I've felt that the movies move too fast. Every scene is just an overview, a glance at the intricate scenes you find in the books. The later movies (this one included) have almost no time for any real development. Everything is matter-of-fact. Really important characters have maybe five lines in the whole movie. The Spinner's End scene was so quick that I missed Snape mentioning that he'd been deceiving Dumbledore, and I've read the books! I knew it was coming! Then they mention once that Dumbledore was traveling, and they act like it was some huge revelation when we found out where he's been going. Most non-readers probably forgot about it. It was the same thing with Harry dreaming about the door in Order of the Phoenix. There's also very little recap. People have to remember everything that was ever mentioned in previous movies; there's no time to re-explain anything. I don't really know how to change these things without pushing the limits of your typical audience's attention span, though, so I guess that's why the films are the way they are. I picture the film as a long string connecting tons of little tiny boxes.

As usual, they changed a lot of things from how they were in the book. This time, though, it didn't bother me too much. This time it didn't feel like change for the sake of change. I can understand why they changed some things to make them play out better on-screen. Most of the changes enhanced the story rather than detract from it. Many changes in previous movies were tacky and not exactly necessary, and things like that are hard for me to ignore.

Edit: I forgot about the cornfield scene. That was LAME.

Some people mock Emma Watson's dramatic acting, especially her crying, but I really think she nailed it this time. When she saw Ron and Lavender kiss.....oh, man. I really felt it. I saw it on her face. And I've been there, so I know how it feels. We shared a moment. That was my biggest crying moment of the movie, actually. I did shed a quick tear for Dumbledore, though.

There weren't any moments that made me go, "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!" like Phoenix and others have done. I was waiting for a really epic moment, but even the cave scene wasn't exactly grandiose. I guess it's not really that kind of story, though. I suppose this movie is right to be so different because the book itself is so different from the first five. I didn't think about that until now.

So basically I keep switching from feelings of "that was it?" to feelings of "hmm, that was really nice." It was a lovely film. I wouldn't mind watching it again right now. Well, maybe not right now. I have a HUGE headache, probably from concentrating too intensely. The movie really wasn't what I was expecting, but that doesn't necessarily mean it wasn't right.

I wanted to get my initial thoughts out, but I'm really not in the mood to discuss it. Please don't be offended, but I really don't even want to hear your thoughts on the film right now. I know that seems hypocritical, considering I'm putting my own thoughts out there, but it's ok with me if you don't want to read them. I'm feeling really contemplative. I guess this is the "I" part of my INFP personality at work. So many thoughts are spinning around in my head, and I don't know what to make of any of them.

You know what? I feel like I need a Pensieve.