The Stairs Slasher

Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post. Thankfully, I pushed through it and [hopefully] finished it decently. We still have two more drafts to do so I can fix it if not. [Lex: I wish Word did that! But sadly not, our teachers require us to use turnitin.com]

Unfortunately, I haven't yet had time to work on figuring out how to upload my pictures. But! I have been given an award!

1. Thank the person who gave you the award:
Thank you Kathy! It really is an honor to receive this from you. You guys should seriously go check out her blog if you haven't already. Especially if you're a Harry Potter fan. Who isn't?

2. Reveal three random facts about yourself:

• I can never just walk up or down stairs, I always have to run. It started out because I always felt like someone was trying to chase me. But now that I've seen a bunch of horror movies I have this random fear of getting my Achilles tendon slashed. Freaky, I know. But it's always in the back of my mind.
• I'm always making bets with myself. For example, when I'm driving through an intersection I'll think something like, if I make it before the light turns yellow or red I'm going to have a good day.
• I love to drive. I don't know what it is, but there's something really therapeutic about it. I would seriously drive across the country if I could. My friends all know this about me so I'm usually the one driving when we got out to do stuff together.

3. Pass the award on:

• DB from Free to Dance
• Lex from the lexical gap
• M.K. Murray from Imagine Me Complexly
• Victoria from Victoria's World
• Allyson from allyson kate

I think Friday or Saturday morning I'll have some time to try to figure out the whole picture situation. I'm going to a baptism in Kentucky this weekend so I'll probably have some pictures from that as well. Hope you had a happy Hump Day!

Frustrated.

This blog was supposed to be about my recent fair exploits. However. I hate the new Yahoo Mail format. I've been trying for the past couple of days now to get the pictures from my phone onto my computer. I used to just text them to my email and download from there. But. Whenever I save the pictures to my computer they get saved as some kind of coded word thingy.

Normally I would devote my life to figuring this out. But I have an essay to write for English 101. And for some reason I have writers block. I have never experienced this inconvenience before. Needless to say, this is extremely frustrating. I also have a US Government paper to write. Luckily, this was super easy to write. Unluckily, I somehow have 31% plagiarism. What?! How many people out there have written papers on the Tinker v. Des Moines Independent Community School District Supreme Court case?! I find myself incredibly frustrated.

Dios mio, not even three weeks into school and I'm already stressed. Is it summer yet? Can I retire at the age of seventeen? Is this real life? Please say no. And now that I've complained at you lot I'm going to open Word back up and stare at my half finished essay. Yay.

I find that Leo sometimes helps.

Done, done, and almost done!

I did it! As of yesterday I am done with my college applications. Well, not entirely. I still need to get my teacher recommendation, but that's the easy part considering all I have to do is ask a teacher to do it for me. Really the only part I was dreading about the whole thing was the personal essay. I don't really know why since I'm a decent writer... I guess just because the whole applying to colleges thing seemed overwhelming scary. It's something I've thought about ever since I was old enough to know about college. But the hard part's already been done. I've put in the strenuous amount of work my whole life. Getting good grades, doing the extra curricular activities, getting good test scores on the standardized tests. But it feels so extremely good to have this all done. Now I just have to complete my senior year and wait. This is the easy part. [Not really, I mean calculus is definitely not easy. But let me just kid myself for the next two days before school starts.]

Three out of four of the college I'm applying to are on this thing called the Common App. This thing really saved my life. You only have to fill out one application for all the colleges. Some of the colleges have supplements where you might have a to do something extra. But still. I only have to fill out two applications in order to apply to four different colleges? Hell yes. On the Common App there's a writing section where you have to write a personal essay from one of the six prompts. This is the one I chose: Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.I seriously considered writing about a character from the Harry Potter series. No doubt, they definitely had a huge influence on my life. But then I thought that there were probably going to be a lot of those this year. Instead, I chose Carmen Lowell from the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series. I'm ridiculously proud of my essay. It turned out better than I could have imagined. I might share it later on, but we'll see.

So tomorrow I am going to reward myself with a huge shopping spree at Forever 21! My wardrobe is in much need. I've literally been living in cut-offs and t-shirts all summer. I'm a mess. I don't feel too bad about it, though. I mean, why would I need to get all dressed up to hang out with a 9 year old?

Where various things, including half-naked Chris Evans, are on fire.

Three things today, people! I would firstly like to point out my kind of old brand spankin' new tab called Off the Shelf. If you would kindly tab over you will find a list of books that I have read and, down at the bottom, a cover of the book I am currently reading. And you can fully expect a commentary on the book I'm reading at this moment. [When I say commentary I mean rant.]

Today while I was having my yearly checkup at the doctor's office I was reminded of my first experience giving blood at school. As you know, if you've ever given blood, it takes awhile for them to get all the blood they need from you. However, I started to grow impatient when I noticed it was taking a little bit longer to get my blood. That's when the irrational side of my brain came out to play. As I lay there looking at the ceiling I all but convinced myself that I had been forgotten. Panic began to set in as I imagined what would soon happen. Eventually all of my blood would be emptied from my body and I would, obviously, die. I know, this is ridiculous. First, the bags aren't big enough to allow this to happen. And, second, they probably wouldn't forget someone. But I couldn't help thinking it. Have you guys ever thought this? Or is there some other irrational fear/experience that you have? Sometimes you just can't help but think of disastrous things that could happen. I will not allow this to keep me from giving blood again.

And, finally, Lex has bestowed upon me and four others an award. It is perhaps my favorite because it's called the Blog on Fire Award. And I am a pyromaniac born from a pyromaniac family. So this makes me happy. I feel slightly undeserving to do my lack of posts lately, but hey, it's summer. There's my excuse. I know I've done the 5 things about me do-dad a couple times, but bear with me.

1. I have a slight addiction to googling things. For example, I just googled the expression 'bear with me.' Apparently, 'bear with me' means a request for forbearance or patience. 'Bare with me' would be an invitation to undress.
2. I have a tan. I HAVE A TAN! And it's not fake.
3. My confirmation name is Cecilia after St. Cecilia the patron of music.
4. I love all things Mario Brothers and Nintendo. [Hence the new banner.]
5. In order to prevent my fear from becoming real, hoarding, I have taken a step in the opposite direction. My name is Kate and I am a compulsive cleaner. [I just googled compulsive. So I guess that makes me a compulsive googler, also.]

 I will grant this honor to the following:

allyson kate

Free to Dance

Imagine Me Complexly

Vicoria's World

Life As I Know It

"Bare with me?"

Oooooops.

Oh haaaaaaaay! Well this place looks slightly familiar. I didn't intend on taking a break at all. None whatsoever. But. However. Here we are. It sort of happened like this:

• "I'll just catch up on things tomorrow."
• The next day: "You know, I'm kind of tired today. Tomorrow, definitely."
• The next next day: "A couple days that's it, I swear."
• A week later: "Ah shit. Okay, tomorrow. Yep, for sure."
• A couple weeks later: "I am a terrible person."
• Today: "Get the eff over it."

And here we are. I apologize immensely. I'm hoping sure you guys understand. I have this terrible problem with procrastination. Speaking of which I have four different essays to write for my college applications... Tomorrow. I will get right on that. For sure. Definitely. Yes.

Sadly, tomorrow also happens to be my last day of baby sitting. Sadface. I will admit I was looking forward to this day for the past couple weeks. But now that I'm practically on top of it, I'm kind of sad. I mean, I've been hanging out with this kid four days a week, all summer long. As corny as it sounds, I really will miss him. I've never really had a baby sitting job before, but I do know enough to know how lucky I got. He listens to everything I say, does whatever I ask him to, and never acts like a brat. Plus he is just the sweetest thing in the world.

And, of course, school starts next Thursday. Senior year starts next Thursday. Yikes, I really don't feel old enough. But then again I do. Now I'm off to try and catch up on all the different blogs I'm following. This might take a while. (The next blog will not be twenty-one days from now. It will be up within a week.) (If you are following my tumblr or twitter you would have known that I am still alive. Links over in the side bar.)