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.