Thursday, October 27, 2011

Day 20

A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.
There are numerous places I'd love to travel: Spain, France, Germany. The list goes on. But the one place I can remember wanting to travel to the longest is definitely Ireland. My dad's family is from Ireland and really into the whole Irish heritage thing. I mean, my dad organizes the annual St. Patrick's Day Parade in my hometown for crying out loud. [He didn't get this job for being Irish, though. Mainly because he's a member of the Knights of Columbus and willing to do the job.] Anywho, I remember when I was younger wanting to go to Ireland. I want to kiss the Blarney stone, go drinking in pubs in Dublin, go to Galway Bay [that song was my favorite when I was little], and go to Roscommon and Cork counties [that's where my family's from]. I mainly just think it'd be neat to see the place where the majority of my lineage is from [my mom's family is Scottish so Scotland is a close second]. I think it'd also be really cool to do all this with my dad. He's been there before when he was a bachelor and living in Holland. But I know he'd love to go back and see it all again with his family.

Are there any places you're just dieing to travel?

Monday, October 24, 2011

Scratch Off Challenge

Lazy blog is lazy. I saw this on Kathy's blog and I just had to steal it. It brought me back to the good ole days of middle school sitting on MySpace filling out bulletin post survey after bulletin post survey. Those were the days. Basically all you do is cross off the lines that apply to yourself. Simple, right?

I have/had piercings besides the ears.
I want piercings besides the ears.
I have many scars.  I've had a couple stitches and once ran into a brick wall. But I also have some scars on my feet from mosquito bites.
I tan easily. I wish.

I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have never dyed my hair. Ever.
I have a tattoo.
I want a tattoo. I really do want one, but I want it to be something meaningful.

I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/had braces.
I have more than two piercings.

Disney movies still make me cry. I'm a sucker. What can I say.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt. I'm also sometimes an idiot.

I’ve gotten stitches. On my forehead from running into a door jamb when I was 3 and on my knee from this incident a couple summers ago involving a table.
I’ve broken or dislocated a bone. I broke my right ankle playing summer basketball when I was 10.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had chicken pox. But I have had the vaccine.
I've had malaria.
I've had typhoid.
I've had jaundice.

I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to the US.
I’ve been to Europe.
I've been to at least one other country.
I've never been out of my country.

I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day.

I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star. I'm not quite sure why I didn't wish on it... like I said, sometimes I'm an idiot.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve slapped someone. I acted like I was kidding, but I was serious.
I’ve kissed someone underwater.
I’ve chugged something.

I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a musical.
I’ve auditioned for something.
I’ve been on stage.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
I’ve pranked someone. 

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime
I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
I’ve broken a law.  Ahem.
I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve sneaked out.
I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

I’m afraid of dying. 

I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone/something die. Do bugs count?
Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
I have attempted suicide.
I’ve thought about suicide before.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

I own over 10 music CDs.
I own over 10 novels.
I own over 5 electronic gadgets.
I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
I collected comic books. Archie comics anyone?
I own a lot of makeup.
I own gaming console(s).
I own a car.
I own a bike.
I thrive on compliments.
I thrive on hate.

I can sing low key.
I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others easily.
I watch the news occasionally or always.
I like to kill bugs.
I sing in the shower.
I’m a morning person.
I’m a sports cricket fanatic.
I twirl my hair.

I care about grammar.
I love spam.
I’ve copied more than 30 CDs in a day.
I bake reasonably well. I like to think I'm a master pastry chef.
My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
I would wear pajamas to school. I just can't do it. I have this theory that if I dress nice my day will be a good one.
I like Martha Stewart.
I laugh at my own jokes.

I eat fast food weekly.
I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
I can’t sleep if there’s a bug/insect in the room.
I’m really ticklish.
I like  chocolate. But only if it's white chocolate or somehow involved with caramel.
I bite my nails. I pick at my nails.
I’m good at remembering names.
I’m good at remembering dates.
My memory sucks.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.


...used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
...called me fat.
...say I’m skinny.
...have said I’m ugly.
...have said I’m pretty.
...have spread rumors about me.
...force me to eat.
...say I eat too much.
...say I eat too little.
...say I eat too fast.
...say I eat too slow.
...have called me a genius.
...have given me gifts.

I’ve lost weight.
I’ve gained weight.
I’m at my thinnest.
I’m at my biggest.
I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.
My weight affects my mood. 
I diet. 
I’m vegan/vegetarian. I tried it once after watching a Tyra Show special on tape worms. Lasted about a month.
I exercise.
I’ve fainted from exhaustion. 

I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve planned to run away from home before.
I’ve run away from home.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want kids.
I’ve had kids.
I’ve lost a child.

I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I'm in a relationship.
I’ve gone on a blind date. Never again.
I have/had a friend with benefits.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I don't like to depend on others. 
I’ve gotten divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

I’m a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve hugged a stranger. Why does this have to be sexual?
I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times
I regularly drink.
I can’t swallow pills.
I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.
I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point.
I have anxiety problems.
I shut others out when I’m upset.
I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset.
I have taken/take anti-depressants.
I’ve slept an entire day before. When I'm sick all I want to do is sleep.

I’ve plotted revenge.  I plot revenge all the time, although I've never actually acted on it. Someday.... someday.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Don't you

hate it when you're wearing jeans and they get all baggy and loose at your knees and calves? I am eternally searching for the perfect pair of jeans that DON'T DO THIS. Maybe I should just invest in some jeggings.

That's all. Now I'm going to go have a Paranormal Activity movie marathon with some friends before seeing the new one at midnight.

Monday, October 17, 2011


This blog, formerly known as Just Give It a Few, has been officially been renamed as Kick Mii Kate. The Tumblr and Youtube accounts listed to the right have been renamed accordingly. There need be no worries, the blogger is still the same person, the posts will be of the same nature and regularity, and there will be absolutely no more name changes. Ever.

Thank you for your time and cooperation!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I really just want to be alone at this point.

I think I might have made a mistake. Which would normally be totally fine because I make mistakes all the time. We all do, we're only human. Except it's not okay this time because it involves someone else and their feelings.

You know how some people say that a guy and a girl can't just be friends? That eventually one of them will end up falling for liking the other? I think I've finally come to this realization. You see, I've been pretty good friends with this sophomore boy since last year. We used to be in band together, before I quit, so we got to know each other through all the band stuff. We've hung out with a few times, with other friends present, and text each other. I should have stopped it though. He's told me multiple times that he likes me. Every time I've told him that I don't feel the same way about him. I just want to be friends. After I'd tell him that he would stop texting me, and then start again. I don't know, maybe he thought that some day he would have a chance. I know. I should have stopped it. But we were really good friends.

For a while I honestly did think that we could just be friends. That he'd finally accepted it or stopped liking me that way or something. So when he asked me to go to homecoming with him, I said I would. [Are you cringing yet? I am.] I really didn't think anything of it. Two of his friends were going with mine so I thought we were all going as friends. Now I can see this was not the case at all. The whole night he kept hitting on me. I obviously won't lie to myself, every girl likes to be hit on. But I knew this was going no where. It got to the point where I was just trying to avoid him. I mean, it was my senior homecoming, I really just wanted to dance and have a good time with my friends.

This whole time I've never wanted to be with him. There's no iffy feelings or maybe possibly I do. Trust me on this, when you know, you know. He keeps saying we should hang out sometime. He also keeps tweeting about it. Which kind of peeves me because I hate when other people know about my business without me offering it. I feel horrible about the whole thing. I never wanted to hurt him, I still don't. But I'm thinking that I have to tell him we can't even be friends anymore. It's just not possible. There's no way to do this without hurting him or making his friends hate me. Besides actually being with him, which isn't an option. I'm not going to lie to myself, him, and everyone else. In the end, that would hurt more than cutting it off now would.

I hate this feeling of regret and guiltiness. I hate how one person can make you feel so awful. I hate knowing it's mostly my fault. And I especially hate having to be the bad guy and do the dirty work.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


I could tell you how much this affected me. I could also tell you how many times I read this and longed to make a change, any change, big or small. But I'm not because I want you to experience this for yourself and not through mine. Or maybe it won't affect you. I can't be the one to decide that.

I stole this from Meg. And I can say this many times over, but I you really should czech out her blog.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Day 19

A picture of you when you were little.
This is a picture of my big brother Conor and me! I believe this was taken on my second Christmas. I would have been 22 months and Conor would have been 4 years old. When I was little people used to tell my parents that they should enter me in beauty pageants. I think it was my big blue eyes and dimples.

I just love this picture, though. My parents say that when we were little Conor always used to want to play with me and hug me. After he got over the fact that they weren't going to be returning me to the hospital for good. We used to fight all the time when we were younger, and still do sometimes. We're just two very different types of people. He takes everything to heart and believes everyone has good intentions until they show him otherwise.. And I'm more selfish and can see people for exactly what they are. But he's my big brother and he would do anything for me. And I would do anything for him. Looking at this picture makes me realize how lucky I am to have such an awesome brother.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

You know those give away competitions companies have? The ones where you fill out a card with your information and put it in a box? I never enter them because I always feel like what are my chances anyway. Well the gas station that my family always goes to had a drawing for a Bud Light NFL mini-fridge. And my dad won it! So now that beauty of a mini-fridge is in our Packer corner in our family room. I don't think I've seen my dad that happy in a long time. Well, maybe except for when he got his new job a couple months ago... But still. I'm trying to convince him to let me take it to college next year. No luck yet, but if all else fails I'll just steal it from him.

And the weird thing is that my cousin Jarrod just got one, too. But not from a drawing. I'm not sure where he was but he saw one in a dumpster. It still had energy drinks and beer in it. So he took it home to see if it still worked, and it did! What kind of luck is that? [I figure it belonged to some guy and his girlfriend got tired of seeing it and threw it out.] He's so proud of that thing, he has it displayed front and center in he and his wife's living room.