Alright. So it turns out Jerksicle was exactly trying to exclude me from the so-called CWP Clique. But she was still being kind of bitchy and left my membership status at "pending."
If you're confused, please look back three blog posts. All caught up now? Good.
So this Jerksicle girl was bugging me with her nonstop tweets about the clique, and I decided to stop following her. (I KNOW. OH SO DRAMATIC.) So I missed the "Hey, you wanna be in the clique? Here's your first challenge!" tweet. You had to answer all sorts of ridiculous questions about the show by yesterday at a certain time. So now my official status is "out." Boohoo.
It's just as well. I did some thinking and remembered that I am fundamentally opposed to cliques. After spending all of my elementary, middle, AND high school years as an outsider looking in on the clique world, such rigid exclusivity really bothers me. Besides, how stupid is it for a radio show to play Regina George anyway?!
So I calmed down and realized that I'm not sweating being "out." I'm still awesome, and I don't really like Jerksicle anyway. I just hope this clique business doesn't ruin the show for me. I mean, it was my FAVORITE, yo.
Mmkay, so that's that for now. It was a pretty good food day! I had coffee with almond milk and splenda for breakfast and an egg salad sandwich for lunch. My mom was planning to make tacos for dinner, so I convinced her to include some veggie ingredients. So my tacos were basically a cheap attempt at homemade Chipotle: Mexican rice, black beans, mild salsa, and guacamole, with white corn on the side. It turned out pretty well for me, except for the part where I was out of my lactose-free milk and decided to drink regular milk instead. For the record: regular milk was a bad choice.
And now I'm sleepy, but I kind of want to watch another episode of Heroes. Which will I pick?
STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!
P.S. How RUDE was it of Glee to rerun the episode with "River Deep, Mountain High" tonight? Pia JUST got voted off after singing that song! Insensitive bastards, those FOX execs.
Showing posts with label dumb bitch chronicles. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Day 8: Still Just Lying Here (+ Dumb Bitch Chronicles, Ep. 3!)
I wish I had something new and exciting to report, but I really just don't.
After a minimal amount of sleep I awoke this morning around 6:00 AM and called in sick again. I then proceded to - wait for it - lie on the living room couch-bed for the next 11 hours (and counting)! I've just been watching various insipid television programs (with the exception of Russell Brand filling in for Regis on Regis and Kelly; that was brilliant and the farthest thing from insipid), eating minimally and sporadically, trying and failing to go back to sleep, and worrying how I'm going to pull off a spring concert in less than two weeks now that I've missed two days of school.
Gosh, that looks like quite a bit of activity when you put it in paragraph form!
As for the minimal and sporadic eating, today I've consumed five cups of green tea (two mixed berry-flavored and three honey-flavored), an egg salad sandwich on twelve grain bread, an Eggo waffle, and a Blue Bell Mooo Bar. In the near future I plan to eat something resembling dinner. I don't know exactly what it will consist of, but I DO know that it will be both vegetarian and unhealthy! (Give me a break. I'm sick!)
Oh, here's a situation I can vaguely chronicle. This dumb bitch* on Twitter has grown a huge sense of entitlement after attracting the attention of my favorite Sirius XM satellite radio show, "Cocktails With Patrick" on Cosmo Radio. She since then has become the leader of a not-so-secret club of CWP enthusiasts. As an avid listener and frequent contributor to the show (I've called in twice and tweet them all the time!), I figured I should be allowed in. However, my membership is pending due to a grossly misunderstood comment I made a while ago during "Boy Band Madness" (yes, it is exactly what it sounds like - a March Madness-style bracket to determine the ultimate boy band jam).
The match-up du jour was "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys vs. "Bye Bye Bye" by NSYNC. I voted for IWITW and wrote a purely jokey-joke comment on the poll page. I said something to the effect of "I can't believe you're all so impressed with NSYNC's ability to say things three times."
Yeah. That was it. Is anyone out there in Internetland offended by this comment? I can see how MAYBE you might misunderstand it if you aren't used to my humor, but I seriously didn't think anyone would view that comment as an aggressive bomb on NSYNC. They're my favorite boy band! Sheesh!
Anywho, despite several attempts to explain myself and assure her that I was joking, the dumb bitch is still being dumb and bitchy. Whatevs. I don't need her approval. It just sucks that she has the influence to alienate me from my favorite radio show. Boo.
Hey! I guess this post can be Dumb Bitch Chronicles, Episode 3! Let's call this particular dumb bitch "Jerksicle." It's like "jerk" plus "popsicle." Andromeda, the star of Ep. 1 and Ep. 2, is no longer in my life as she went to grad school far, far away.
If anyone would like to offer a fresh perspective on my Jerksicle situation, feel free! Or feel free to just say hi. :-) I haven't gotten a comment in a while, and I do so enjoy getting those.
I will now continue to lie here all night and possibly well into tomorrow!
Cheers!
Kaitlyn
*Disclaimer: I use the term "dumb bitch" to describe any female person who annoys me. The use of said expression is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, not vulgar. I am not in any way advocating disrespect of the female sex and/or gender.
After a minimal amount of sleep I awoke this morning around 6:00 AM and called in sick again. I then proceded to - wait for it - lie on the living room couch-bed for the next 11 hours (and counting)! I've just been watching various insipid television programs (with the exception of Russell Brand filling in for Regis on Regis and Kelly; that was brilliant and the farthest thing from insipid), eating minimally and sporadically, trying and failing to go back to sleep, and worrying how I'm going to pull off a spring concert in less than two weeks now that I've missed two days of school.
Gosh, that looks like quite a bit of activity when you put it in paragraph form!
As for the minimal and sporadic eating, today I've consumed five cups of green tea (two mixed berry-flavored and three honey-flavored), an egg salad sandwich on twelve grain bread, an Eggo waffle, and a Blue Bell Mooo Bar. In the near future I plan to eat something resembling dinner. I don't know exactly what it will consist of, but I DO know that it will be both vegetarian and unhealthy! (Give me a break. I'm sick!)
Oh, here's a situation I can vaguely chronicle. This dumb bitch* on Twitter has grown a huge sense of entitlement after attracting the attention of my favorite Sirius XM satellite radio show, "Cocktails With Patrick" on Cosmo Radio. She since then has become the leader of a not-so-secret club of CWP enthusiasts. As an avid listener and frequent contributor to the show (I've called in twice and tweet them all the time!), I figured I should be allowed in. However, my membership is pending due to a grossly misunderstood comment I made a while ago during "Boy Band Madness" (yes, it is exactly what it sounds like - a March Madness-style bracket to determine the ultimate boy band jam).
The match-up du jour was "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys vs. "Bye Bye Bye" by NSYNC. I voted for IWITW and wrote a purely jokey-joke comment on the poll page. I said something to the effect of "I can't believe you're all so impressed with NSYNC's ability to say things three times."
Yeah. That was it. Is anyone out there in Internetland offended by this comment? I can see how MAYBE you might misunderstand it if you aren't used to my humor, but I seriously didn't think anyone would view that comment as an aggressive bomb on NSYNC. They're my favorite boy band! Sheesh!
Anywho, despite several attempts to explain myself and assure her that I was joking, the dumb bitch is still being dumb and bitchy. Whatevs. I don't need her approval. It just sucks that she has the influence to alienate me from my favorite radio show. Boo.
Hey! I guess this post can be Dumb Bitch Chronicles, Episode 3! Let's call this particular dumb bitch "Jerksicle." It's like "jerk" plus "popsicle." Andromeda, the star of Ep. 1 and Ep. 2, is no longer in my life as she went to grad school far, far away.
If anyone would like to offer a fresh perspective on my Jerksicle situation, feel free! Or feel free to just say hi. :-) I haven't gotten a comment in a while, and I do so enjoy getting those.
I will now continue to lie here all night and possibly well into tomorrow!
Cheers!
Kaitlyn
*Disclaimer: I use the term "dumb bitch" to describe any female person who annoys me. The use of said expression is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, not vulgar. I am not in any way advocating disrespect of the female sex and/or gender.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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!
Yeero Yeero indulgences this school year: 7
Pop-Tarts this school year: 6
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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!
Yeero Yeero indulgences this school year: 7
Pop-Tarts this school year: 6
Subscribers: 1,138
Monday, August 24, 2009
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.
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.
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