Saturday, April 30, 2011


It's the last day of BEDA! HELL. YES. This whole thing was rather tiring and difficult. This would explain a lot of the random, lame posts I've done lately. But oh well, I made it! I didn't miss one day. Woot woot! I could say that I'm not going to do it next year, but chances are I will. Like when women give birth and are like, okay no more after this. Then they go on to have more. It's like they forget just how painful and tiring it was. I'll probably forget how tiring BEDA.

Yes, I just compared BEDA to giving birth. Got a problem yo?

And guess what else today is... Prom! To be truthful, I'm not really all that pumped, I don't get the hype. I guess part of it is because I'm not really a girly girl. Don't get me wrong, I like to get dressed up once in a while. But it's just so much. I'm still excited, just not expecting it to be this big memorable deal-y thing. You can kind of tell that I feel this way about prom. I'm wearing a short dress, doing my own makeup and nails [no fake ones, piano players can't have long nails and I hate popping fake ones off], my aunt curled my hair. Oh well, it should be lots of fun. I'm most excited for post prom. There's this big athletic center that our school rents out every year from 11pm-6am the next day. There's in door fields and courts to play games. There's a blow obstacle course and one of those this where you fight someone else with a huge Q-tip type thing. There's rock wall climbing. At the end they bring in a hypnotist and he hypnotizes like 15 people, I think. I'm not gonna get hypnotized, I'd rather watch people do hilarious stuff. Plus it makes me nervous to think about being hypnotized.

I feel like I should have this huge big blog since it's the last day of BEDA. But, honestly, I don't really have it in me. But I will definitely post some prom pictures later.

Friday, April 29, 2011


I want to marry a prince and become a princess so badly.
Did anyone watch the Royal Wedding this morning? I got to see most of it, except the ending. Which is what I really wanted to see. I missed them leaving and then the kiss. But if you didn't see it and still want to there are recap shows on a ton of channels. Not too hard to find. I'm extremely jealous of her dress, it's absolutely gorgeous.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 13

A picture of your favorite band or artist.
This one was kind of hard for me because I don't really have one favorite band/artist. And it's usually changing based on what I'm feeling at the time. But as of right now my top band is definitely Cage the Elephant. They're not really "big" so you may or may not have heard of them. If you have you've probably heard their song "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" [please watch the video, it's trippy]. My all time favorite song is probably "Back Against the Wall." I'm kicking myself right now, though, because I don't have their newest album yet and I'm one of those nerds who has to buy the actual album, not on iTunes. I love them so much because they're slightly old school sounding, but totally bad ass. They give off this attitude like I don't give a fuck. I can't really explain it much better than that. Whenever I really like music it's more than just the lyrics or the message. There just has to be some other connection I feel and can't explain whenever I'm listening. And they just have it.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Toot toot!

Jeanine, this one goes out to you. [And another certain someone who I extremely dislike. Partly for the annoyingness and partly for the smelliness.]

ACTACTACT! [This is how I woke up my friend Kayla today, she wasn't too happy with me.] Yep, I took the ACTs today. They actually weren't that bad, more or less just the same as everything other standardized test I've taken over the years. The science bit is probably what's going to bring me down. But, eh, not really stressing over it. Tomorrow we take some other test, the PSAEs. But they don't really count for anything and everyone says they're really easy.

The good thing about all this testing is that I only had to go to school once this week. Score! On Friday my physics class is going to Six Flags [the only good thing about that damn class]. And of course prom is on Saturday. I tried everything on today and I look gooood. Not that I'm trying to toot my own horn or anything. [Refer to post title.]

Bad news? My friend Kayla got in a fight with her date and [at least for right now] they aren't going together. So she has no date. Sigh. I don't want any of you to think I'm a bad friend, but if they for real aren't going together -- why couldn't this have happened last week?! Because then I wouldn't be going with him! This is forever the story of my life. I've come to accept that any possible embarrassing/awkward/painful thing that could possibly happen can and will happen to me. Therefore, I'm good at coping and this has also made me very laid back and chill. Like a hippie [I hear this all the time].
She's so stylish! [And she has a ballin' name.]
To not let this end on a bad note... Who's going to watch the royal wedding?! I'm not sure how any of you feel about this. Typically you feel one way or the other, no in between. Some think it's dumb some think it's awesome. Tomorrow night my friends Kayla and Morgan are going to spend the night at mi casa so we can get up at 4am and pregame it before going to school at 6:30am to catch the Six Flags bus. Woo! And to be extremely legit we're going to have tea and crumpets and talk in British accents/slang. I am so going to be dead by Sunday.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Day 12

A picture of something you love.
I love books. The end. I will be the first to admit that I am a huge nerd/bookworm. Ever since I read the Harry Potter series back in the 2nd grade I've been a non-stop reading machine. The picture above is my own personal library. I have more books than are in the picture, but, as you can see, I've run out of room. So I've hijacked my brother's matching bookcase to use. Except that means clearing out an entire section of my room. This would be a problem because I am a huge pack rat and will probably someday be featured on Hoarders. I have a feeling it's going to be a summer long project.

I can't really say what I love about reading so much. To me, it doesn't even really matter what I'm reading, just as long as I'm reading. I guess it's the escape of it all. You just immerse yourself in the story, get lost in it. You can learn about different lifestyles, cultures, the past, anything. Maybe that's it, seeing into a life different from your own.

I, of course, read all the cute little novels specifically aimed towards teenage girls. I mean, what teenage girl doesn't? But after reading Pride and Prejudice in the 8th grade I've been a huge fan of 19th century books. I believe I've said this before, but I own the complete works of Jane Austen. Needless to say, Jane Austen is one of my all-time favorite authors. I'm also a huge fan of the Bronte sisters. And I also own the complete works of Sarah Dessen [who's totally pumped for her next book?!]. And, obviously, Harry Potter is the best of all. Those books will forever hold a special place in my heart. Not only did they introduce me to the wonderful world of literature, I grew up with those books! For almost 10 years now I've lived during the reign of Harry Potter. My dad and I sort of share a special bond over the whole Harry Potter thing. We're huge fans, every time a book was released we went to the midnight releasings. I will bawl like a baby at the last movie, that's for sure.

I felt the need to include of picture of my collection corner. As in my very large collection of DVDs, books, and CDs. *Pack rat*

Monday, April 25, 2011

RPatz, why so awkward?

Today's post is going to be a couple of random little stories.

So I went and saw Water for Elephants with him. The movie was actually pretty good. I mean, as good as it can get with Robert Pattinson as the lead. Don't get me wrong, he's an okay actor. But when it comes to love scenes and love interests he gets really awkward and shy. Which would normally be cute, but not when you're supposed to be acting. Reese Witherspoon was amazing, of course. I liked the book better, but that's usually how it goes anyways. I'm not going to say the movie was super spectacular, but it was still pretty good. It wouldn't be a total waste of time to go see it.

As for him [assuming you know who I'm talking about] everything was perfectly fine and normal. I guess we really are just acting like nothing happened. I won't lie, it does bother mean. But as I've said before, I'm just gonna roll with it for a while. I still can't tell if he likes me or not, but I'm sure I'll know by the end of the weekend. So I'll definitely keep you posted.

I ran to the mall to go to Walden books earlier to get Wicked. My aunt told me I should read it, she's obsessed with the Wizard of Oz. I felt so dumb, though, I looked in the wrong section for it and couldn't find it. I asked one of the girls working if they had it and she was like sure, and lead me to the fantasy section. Doh! I knew they had it, who wouldn't? On the way back I got stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of town. Now you should understand, I have never in my life seen a traffic jam in my town. I was stuck in the middle lane for half an hour before someone let me into one of the side lanes so I could turn around. A dumb train was completely stopped on the trains. Eff trains.

Random fact of the day: I downloaded a Super Mario Bros. sound board on my Droid, so every time I get a text it makes the coin noise.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Hoppy Easter!

Happy Easter!

I really don't know how I'm still awake. I went to bed at 1 a.m. last night and got up at 6:30 a.m. Mass was at 8:30 but my dad was convinced we had to get there at least a half hour early. We did the usual church, Easter baskets, lunch at my mom's family's, and then dinner at my dad's family's. Going to my grandpa Jerry's house is still weird to me. It just feels so weird to go there and not have Gramma W there. I keep expecting her to come shuffling in offering sandwiches and pop. But I know she's there in spirit. And it's important to not let Grandpa feel lonely and sad all the time. All in all a good Easter, I got Just Dance 2 for my Wii! I'm sensing a dance party in the near future... And I got some adorable pastel pink Sperry Topsiders. They are so adorable, I love Sperrys.Not to mention I had Mt Dew for the first time in 6 weeks. I'm extremely content right now.

Little side note, my best friend's last name is Easter! Actually, I'm an Easter, too. It's my mom's mom's maiden name. So me and Jordin are not only best friends, but 2nd cousins. Hope you had a happy Easter!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I think I'm going to lose my mind.

Really, life? Really?! Why do you continually kick my ass? It's like as soon as you punch me in the gut, I turn around and you're slapping me in the face. I don't get it. I would try and hit back, but I'm afraid you're much more experienced and skilled than I am.

You guys. I gave in. I gave into the one person I always said I wouldn't. I know you're tired of hearing about him, but he won't get out of my life. We sorta kinda make up? I'm not even sure. But somehow we're going to prom together next weekend. And going to see Water for Elephants on Monday [I will not let him ruin this movie for me]. He never apologized. Maybe he thinks he doesn't need to, but he really does. However, I can't go to prom alone because all my friends have dates. And the guy I want to go with is going with someone else [story of my life]. So I'll play nice and be friends. It's not worth all the drama and fuss. I just really hope he doesn't think we're dating. Because I'll just have to nip that in the bud. I'm not going through the past 5 months again. I refuse.

The good news? I went to TJ Maxx with my friends Kayla and Morgan yesterday and got a super cute Steve Madden jacket for $30. Woo!

Summer's in 19 day. Only 19 days until freedom. In 19 days I can conceivably kick him out of my life for good. [Who am I kidding?]

Friday, April 22, 2011

I don't want to be just another happy ending.

Sometimes I wish my life were like a book. The ending is always a certain thing. Either the girl ends up with the guy, she ends up going to the right college, she ends up by herself but that's the way it should be. It's always a happy ending. But if my life were like a book, I'm afraid that you wouldn't be in it. Because sometimes I don't think we're meant to be. I think that in the end we maybe wouldn't end up together. And, honestly, even if it means that we go through pain and broken dreams I would rather just be with you. If it means being broken and hurt, I don't care. If it means we don't get a happy ending, then so be it. 
I would do anything just to be with you.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Yes, Please.

[Sorry for the lame post, but I'm super out of it right now.]

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


I got a dollar today when I got to school. Apparently it's safe driving week, or something like that, and the SADD members were in the parking lots giving a dollar for every person who was buckled up. Woo! But, sadly, that's pretty much the only good thing about today. Nothing bad really happened and I'm in a good mood. It's just been one of those blah days. The good part of this week? Tomorrow's a half day and we don't go back to school until next Tuesday.

Yesterday was insaaaane! We had a jazz band spaghetti dinner at the civic center last night and the whole time the weather was getting crazy. It got cold and then hot and then it started to rain. Then the sky started changing colors. Like 3 different tornadoes touched down last night. One of which was about 4 or 5 miles from my neighborhood, 15 miles from where I was at the time. Thankfully, no one got hurt. A couple houses in a town an hour away got leveled. Isn't that insane? I can't imagine what it would be like for your house just to be completely gone. Not there anymore. My uncle swears that one of them touched down by his apartment, which is downtown. We're pretty sure he's making it up since it wasn't on the news. I think something like that would be a major story, just saying. While we were at the dinner my friend A.J. was working himself into a complex. It was pretty funny, he kept running to the doors to check what it looked like outside. We're never going to let him live it down.

The craziest part is that 15 years ago yesterday another tornado ripped through downtown. The town where I live in is about 80,000 people [I live in the suburbs so I go to a school out in the country], so it's pretty crazy that there would be a tornado downtown. I sort of remember the day it happened, too. My family was eating at Burger King when the sirens started to go off.  My dad went out to the car to listen to the radio when he heard where the tornado was, right down the street that Burger King is on. So he comes back inside and a minute later we look out the windows and see it. It didn't look how the movies always make them look. It just looked like this huge black thing moving down the street, it was sort of funnel shaped, but not completely. My brother started screaming, "The world's ending!" over and over again. For some reason, my family was the only ones in Burger King to take cover. We ran into the bathroom to wait it out. Nothing happened to us, but it destroyed part of the town. [Some of these facts are from what my parents told me. I mostly just remember the huge black shape, my brother screaming, and hiding in the bathroom. And even then it seems more of like a dream than anything else.]

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Day 11

A picture of something you hate.
I absolutely hate it when people eat with their mouths open. It's so disgusting. And it's not really the whole chewed up food thing [My dad and brother would always chew their food up and show it to me when I was younger, so now I'm immune to it.] I think it's just the noise. Is it really that hard to chew with your mouth closed? I don't want to hear you chowing down on some chips or sandwich or whatever. The sound of someone's lips smacking or their teeth grinding down some food makes me want to puke. One of my friends eats like that, I can hear her crunching the food between her teeth. It's all I can do to keep from tearing my hair out. My brother does it too, even though he's constantly reminded not to. Thankfully, I rarely eat with him, so that's okay.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Day 10

A picture of the person you do the most fucked up things with.
Yep, definitely Blake. In past year alone I've done things I never thought I would, and I have to say mostly because of her. I mean, some of them are completely wrong and I know I shouldn't have done them. But I definitely don't regret them. We always have a blast together. Whenever I feel like I need to just forget and go crazy she's always there. Sneaking out, parties, spontaneous day trips out of town. Anything. As much as I can't stand her, she's always been there for me and I know she always will be. Even when we were younger she had me doing crazy things. [As crazy as it gets at 13.] We used to roam my neighborhood TPing and forking people. Prank calling. You know, all the normal pre-teen things.

I'm not going to give all the details, but I'll briefly summarize one of our escapades. Our night started out with sneaking out her 2nd story toy room out a window and down a latter. Then my friend Kayla put her car in neutral and we pushed it through Blake's side yard. All the while holding blankets over the car lights. [I'm pretty sure my foot got ran over.] We somehow ended up at a gay-lesbian frat party. How do I know this? I've never seen so many chicks making out in my life. Needless to say, we got out of there. Only after escorting a friend back to his friend's apartment, and then having him escort us to our car. The night ended with a 4 a.m. milkshake run to Steak 'n Shake. All because Blake said she was bored. Before you go telling me how dumb we were, trust me, we've already discussed this. Albeit dumb, it was pretty fun. And hilarious.
Blake is usually the factor behind all our little shenanigans.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

22 years of love, trial, and happiness

I just tried to blog from my Droid when I remembered that I'm technologically challenged. Needless to say, the attempt ended shortly thereafter.And no, I didn't forget about blogging until now...

I won't lie, BEDA has been somewhat of a challenge for me. I'm convinced that I suffer from short term memory loss. I'm extremely skilled at memorizing things, but when it comes to returning library books, calling a friend, BEDA, and things of the sort I'm terrible. My friends understand that when they want to text or call me they have to initiate it because I'm likely to forget. In an attempt to save myself, I place sticky notes everywhere. My mirror, desk, fridge, computer, steering wheel. Anywhere. Of course, that doesn't exactly help me in remembering why I left the sticky note... It's a vicious, endless cycle, and a life long battle.

I wanted to share this quick little story with you guys. I was out to dinner with my parents last night and for some reason we got to talking about when my parents were dating. You see, my parents only dated for 3 months before becoming engaged. And then another 3 months before tying the knot. [This is probably because my grandparents were afraid my dad was going to be a bachelor forever. He was 31 when he finally got married, and a pretty big partier during his whole 20s.] After their 3rd date my mom went on vacation with her parents. My dad went out to shoot pool with one of his brothers, Tom, and Tom's fiance, Connie. My dad told Tom and Connie that he was going to marry my mom. My aunt Connie told him to put it in writing. So she got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote, "I am going to marry the nicest girl in the world, Vicki F.  --James E. W."

Apparently Aunt Connie gave the paper to my mom at her wedding shower. While we were at the restaurant my mom gets her purse, pulls out a folded up piece of paper, and hands it to me. I unfold it and it's the note my dad wrote. She's been carrying it around in her purse for 22 years. I won't lie to you guys, I actually started crying. So, of course, they got all teared up, too. That is just the cutest thing I've ever heard. It really warms my heart to think that to this day my parents love each other as much, if not more, than the day they were married. I only hope that when I get married I'll be as happy and in love as they are.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

There is nothing cute about geese.

I would like to introduce you all to Sexy Sax Man.
I know, it's the greatest thing you've ever seen. There's even more videos. All you have to do is get on YouTube and search Sexy Sax Man. And let your world become just that much better.

Meet my two dogs, Holly and Maggie. Holly's a 4 year old beagle, and Maggie's a 1 and a half year old bloodhound-Australian shepherd mix.

A goose nest outside of Barnes and Noble! There were actually a crap load of geese in the parking lot. But geese are my biggest fear so I only sucked up enough courage to take one picture before running into the safety of the store. [Just look at those beady little eyes!]

These two picture are from the Super Bowl. We took all my dad's Packer trading cards and wall-papered the basement. The bottom picture is the Packer corner. Except for the cards that stuff is up all year. It's basically a collection of all our Packer memorabilia.

My prom shoes! They're super tall, like 4 inches. I'm pretty tall to begin with, like 5'7 or 5'8, so I'm like 6 feet tall. I'm going to be towering over everyone, but I don't care because I love these shoes. Unless my friend Blake wears heels, I think she's 5'10.

And last but not least, I leave you with a picture of a drunken Easter bunny! It was really windy today and the bunny kept getting blown over. My dad's obsessed with blow-ups, we have one for pretty much every holiday: St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and I think 5 different ones for Christmas. And our front yard really isn't that big.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Day 09

A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Without a doubt, my lovely father. I'm not going to say I have a favorite parent, that's just not right. But I can say that I'm definitely closer to my dad. I think part of the reason is because we're so similar. It's actually kind of freaky. We both have this strong sense of right and wrong. And if we don't do what's "right" we feel intense guilt. He always knows if something's bothering me. He also knows me well enough to know when I want to talk about it and when I don't. Which I think is really important. When I don't want to talk about something I tend to become very obstinate and defensive. But whenever I go to him about anything he always know exactly what to say. When my gramma died this past winter it was hard for everyone, especially him. That's really the first time I've ever seen my dad get really upset. [I was too young to remember when my grandpa died.] I'd like to think we helped each other through it. By helping me through so many things in my past he's also shown me how to help others.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I think I love shoe

As I was catching up on all my blog subscriptions I noticed how often I begin each comment with "I love..." This made me question my sincerity. I mean, how many things can you actually "love." I realize that the capacity of being able to love is endless. But we can't actually love that many things, right? I love my parents. I love my friends and family. I also love reading, writing, and playing the piano. But when I go on to say I love Mt Dew and Cheez-Its and books, it just demeans the word love. It takes away the emphasis.

This makes me think, how often do people say things they don't really mean? I may say, "I love this commercial!" But is it really possible to love a commercial that I've seen maybe 5 times? I kind of feel like the statement I love is simply a go to when people don't really know what to say. So they go with I love fill in the blank to satisfy the need to give gratification. They know they want to say something, just not what. Saying it over and over again kind of makes other people wonder whether or not you really mean what you say.

It can also seem really vague at times. There's not enough information and it's usually not followed up with why they it. Just that they love it. Where do you go from there? If someone comes up to me and goes, "I love chocolate!" I'm thinking, "Okay, great you love chocolate. ..." End of conversation. But if someone says instead, "I love chocolate. The way it melts in my mouth and has that sweet, yummy goodness. But also a little bit a of bite, that you only notice when you sit there enjoying the chocolate-y goodness. I love the way it warms my stomach and leaves me feeling happy and satisfied." I can then agree with you and share why I love it. Then the conversation is going somewhere.

So I've decided that from now on I'm not going to say I love something unless I really, truly love it. Like deep down love. Like my love for Cheez-Its and Green Day. [Don't ask how it's possible to love Cheez-Its, all I know is that I do.] I believe that by no longer using I love as a go to statement I'll allow myself to be more descriptive and exact. Which is, hey!, signs of good writing. Kind of like speaking in the active voice rather than the passive. [I'm well aware that this is my weakness sometimes.]
This right here is love.
Has anyone else noticed all my references to food? I think I have a problem, I'm not even hungry right now. Except now I kind of want some chocolate. [Easter is so, so, so close! I can already smell that chocolate bunny.]

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


I was all nice and comfy in my bed watching Chelsea Lately when I realized I hadn't blogged today. Sigh. Oh BEDA, ruining my sleep schedule. Just kidding, I do that pretty well on my own. Is it sad that I'm basing this weekend on when I can sleep? I think it's a sign that summer can't come fast enough.

I'm not really sure what reminded me of BEDA. My subconscious maybe? But I have noticed that I do my deepest thinking while lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Has this ever happened to you? Usually I reflect back on the day and think of the next day and some random topic pops into my mind. [This also happens while I'm in the shower, but we won't go there.] I guess it's because there's really nothing else I should be doing, besides BEDA, except sleeping. I don't have to sit there and think about all the things I need to get done. I can just let my mind wander.

This is usually when I think a lot about my future. All my plans for going to college, what I want to do with my life, where I want to go. Honestly, I think I've planned out my whole life whilst lying on my bed waiting for sleep to take over. I know now that I want to major in accouting [so dry! but I can't help it, it's in my DNA] and minor in foreign business. The one constant I've always known about my future career is traveling. I have always wanted to live in a foreign country, one where I have to learn a foreign language. And for some reason I always imagine myself in Germany. Don't really know why I picked a country with a hard language to learn... My dad lived in Holland for 3 years when he was in his 20s. He's told me numerous times that it was probably the most life changing thing he's ever done. It forces you to learn a whole new culture and language, suddenly you're just there and you have to make do and survive.

This isn't working, I can barely keep my eyes open. I promise that tomorrow I'll remember at a more decent time.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

To tan or not to tan, that is the question

I know I promised to do Day 09 today, but I'm pushing it back another day. Why? Because there's something I would like to discuss [rant about].

For the first time since October I wore shorts. [Viva! Hace calor!] And I couldn't help but notice how white my legs are. Just an little observation. And honestly it doesn't bug me, it never really has. I'm a naturally very light skinned person. In fact, I think it runs in my family. I mean, sure, I'm kind of really fair skinned and white. But it's a really tone, especially when I blush. Which is often.

Now a lot of people do not like being white. Just look at shows like Jersey Shore, where the darker or tanner you are, the better.  A lot of the girls from my school go tanning on a regular basis. During the winter when they can't tan outside, they get a tanning membership at a tanning salon. I honestly don't get it. Why's is so much better to be tan? I don't know about you, but I'd prefer not to be wrinkly when I get older, or have skin cancer. I've never purposely set out to tan. If I've gotten tan it's probably because I've been outside a lot. [I burn more than I tan. But whatever, not the point.]

I wanna know when it got to be that tan is better than white? Think back to the 19th century and all the years before that. Back then it was the whiter the better. [I'm not trying to be racist here, I'm just talking about natural skin color.] In fact women went out of their way to stay light skinned. Of course, then it was better because it meant you didn't have to work outside. Which was the only reason you would ever be tan. Unless you were from a country where dark skin was the norm. So when did that all change? What's wrong with light skin?

I guess the reason this bugs me is because I've had so many people compliment me on how pretty my skin tone is. And then the conversation gets going and they finally ask whether I'm going to start tanning or not. All right, you just said how pretty my skin is... and now you think I should go tanning? Maybe I'm perfectly happy with my skin color. Ever think about that? Maybe I don't want to be all gross and wrinkly when I'm older. My grandmothers both have [had] beautiful skin. I'd prefer to keep it that way for the rest of my life. Just because you think tanner is better doesn't mean I do. And it's not surprising that other people do too.

[I enjoyed hearing your random facts, it's so interesting to hear about other people's randomness.]

Monday, April 11, 2011

Self-absorbed blogs have been self-absorbed

I promise that tomorrow I'll do Day 09 of the 30 Day Picture Challenge. It's just that today I've got so much I need to get done. I'm so ready for summer. I've been saying this for the past few weeks, and I'm going to keep saying it. So today's post is going to be odd facts that you never would have guessed about me! I know I've already done this here and here, but I've thought of some good ones, so shush.
  • I've read the complete works of Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is by far my favorite.
  • I own all of Fall Out Boy's CDs. Including the one that most people have never heard about. Apparently the record label took some liberties or something and FOB didn't like it so they never promoted it. But I found it! Oh, and the acoustic one. I was a total fan girl back in middle school.
  • From the 5th to approximately 7th grade I was very large. And now my medical files will forever be stamped with childhood obesity. I used to be so ashamed, but now it really doesn't bother me.
  • I've lived in the same house my entire life. My parents moved here a year after they got married. I think they've been married 21 years now. And, honestly, I doubt they'll ever move.
  • I hate a member of my family. I've got like 10 or 11 uncles, and I love them all except for one. He's just a despicable human being. Is it a sin to say this? I'm not sure. I've honestly tried but I can't love him. He's done so many hurtful things to my dad and everyone else in the family, I just can't.
  • As a child I collected Band-Aids. Well, all the ones with cool designs. This is even weirder, and grosser, but I even collected used ones. Yep. I got a huge piece of paper and taped them on there. Don't worry, I disposed of this as soon as I got older and realized how unsanitary it was.
Little known album
 Well, now that I've realized how self-absorbed my blogs have been lately I feel obligated to ask something about you. Do you have any random facts that people might not know? Feel free to share!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Reasons Kate is delusional right now

R.I.P. Jordin's car, Topanga.
Saturdays are for:
  •  sleeping in until 11:00 a.m.
  • marathon phone conversations with your best friend as she rants about her terrible week.
  • 4:00 p.m. Mass with squealing little kids.
  • dinner out at 5:00 p.m. with all the lovely senior citizens.
  • Star Wars marathons with your dad, while discussing all the possible religious references.
  • second dinners with your girlfriends at BDubs (Buffalo Wild Wings) with men dressed up in cow uniforms and a possible minor league team in the dining area.
  • spending 10 minutes in a drive-thru just trying to decide what to order for your friend's mom.
  • rollin' through the hood blasting a Whole New World with all the windows down, hanging out the windows, and loudly serenading innocent bystanders.
  • awkwardly running into your P.E. student teacher at a party.
  • sitting in a park's parking lot for a half hour waiting on a friend who will never show up.
  • and falling asleep on the same mattress as two other girls after a couple hours of Facebook creeping and bad-mouthing anyone and everyone.
Sundays are for:
  • relaxation.
Too bad I had to spend 3 hours at an ACT Prep thing with 4 other girls and the school guidance counselor.

Hope your weekend was super-wonder-fantastical!