Go Greece Lightning

I really want to go to Greece!

It's that damn Travel Channel that puts these thoughts in my mind. I was watching Passport to Europe and decided that I have got to go to Greece. Athens, sure but I'm thinking the islands. On the show they featured the island Santorini and it looks amaza-za-zing! The white buildings on cliffs surrounding a volcanic crater filled with water. I've always had the urge to go to Greece. That and Russia.

I just love how Greece looks from the pictures. I think it's the white buildings. Seriously, that just appeals to me. The red clay tile roofs set against contrasting blue water. Mmm! Loves it. But as always, I'll take anywhere in Europe.

Le sigh.

So spring break starts in like a day! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! What am I doing for it? Great plans! Outstanding ones! I mean, stop the presses type of fun.

Annnnd I'm lying. I'm going to sit on my ass. Doing what I don't know. I'm thinking about going to Milwaukee for a spring training game. And if I go on the Saturday they have some Brewers fest things and I could get a Craig Counsell autograph!!! Oh my gosh, I would so just be like um yeah, yeah hi thanks yeah. yeah. I need to go then.

It's not fair. My brother always seems to get to go somewhere for SB because he golfs. I'm being penalized for my lack of golfing. Not fair. Sure they only go to Illinois some where but still! It's the fact that a trip is planned for him. Oh well. I'll go to Milwaukee all by my lonesome. Mark my words! I will go.

...ok so don't really mark my words because no way am I going alone. Like I said, my spring break will consist of doing nothing and feeling sorry for myself. After this one, I only have one left..ONE! What the HELL?! Damn me and my ability to graduate in four years! I'll just have to start saving now for Spring Break '09 so I can definitely have a smashing good time. That sounded British.

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Ok enough. This has become too whiny. My apologies.

Maybe I'll cut my hair over break and dye it. That'll be a perk. Though I can't step foot in Leo's ever since the incident. The incident being them losing my check I wrote and then me screwing them out of the money and me being terrified that I've been placed on the beautician black list so they'll shave my head if I go there. I need to find a new place to go.

On that note, I'm gone like cake at fat camp.

The Ultimate Playlist Champion

I have made the ultimate playlist. The title? "Rock Out...but not with your cock out" hehe. So immature of me but I just had to! But what makes it so stellar outside the minutes I spent arranging each song just so so the flow from one to the other would be magnificent? Is it that the music makes me wanna get up and dance? No. Sing like a mad woman? No. It is that without trying, it is exactly one hour long. And to a person like me, a symmetric whore (why whore I don't know... its a little weird...oh well) the fact that it is exactly one hour makes my brain happy. And no I didn't go and add up all the songs, it tells you right there on the bottom of the iTunes.

What is the playlist?
Dani California-Red Hot Chili Peppers (HOLY CRAP IRONIC! While I'm typing this the boy next door is playing the song...oh no wait. It's Snow (Hey oh) My mistake.)
Fake It-Seether
Rebel Rebel Bitch Bitch-Marilyn Manson (Don't know if that's the real name of the song)
4 Walls- Black Light Burns
Riot-Three Days Grace
96 Quite Bitter Beings-cKy
Buried Alive by Love-HIM
Life is Beautiful- Sixx A.M.
Get Stoned-Hinder
Rise Above This-Seether
Pain-Three Days Grace
Last Legal Drug-Korn
I Don't Like the Drugs-Marilyn Manson (Again, don't know if that's the real name)
Orchids-Stone Sour
On My Own-Three Days Grace
Piano Man-Billy Joel (Uhh...I..I don't know how that one got in there....)

I find it to be a pretty sweet playlist. I'm going to make another soon called "Stay Classy San Diego" full of classical music. Going from rock to classical, all in a days work. Not really. I never made playlists until last year I think because I was anti-playlist for some reason. It's just like a mixed tape or a CD except all digitalized. I just finding them bitching because I don't know how you make it so I only have to do it once. Like I'll make one, then try to put it on my iPod but that doesn't work so I have to make it again on the iPod. I...I don't get how to do it so I don't.

Ok enough about this technology crap.

Kinda a rainy day out today. Some people may be saddened by it but not me. The rain washes my car, something that hasn't happened in...six months. Hehe. Getting all that salt and sand off of Ol' Bessy Lou. She's a delicate gal, after all she is a Buick. At least she doesn't have the shiny door handles that really scream old person car.

Um yeah. So I'm gonna go ahead and do some stuff. I haven't really done anything since oh, Thursday. Only had one class yesterday thanks to advising which was pretty boring. Only have one today. Didn't have to get up at 7 which I find to always be a good thing. So uh yeah, I'm out.

Raise the Roof

Mmm I love rotting my teeth.

I've been OD-ing on Dumdum suckers the past few days. I just love them so! And at work there was a ginormous bag on sale for 2 bucks, how could I say no to that? Though I haven't opened it yet, I'm still working on the one I bought at Halloween. But it's down to two suckers.

I'm a bad candy eater. I don't eat a lot of it. Which I guess in the eyes of a dentist makes me a good candy eater. But in the eyes of Lauren I'm a bad person. I rarely finish a box of candy I get for a movie. Drives her nuts I can hold on to candy for so long. Though my teeth love me for it. No cavities ever! Woot! The only work I've ever had done on them were braces and wisdom teeth being pulled.

But suckers, ooooh suckers. They are the dark wizard of dental hell for me. Engulfing me in that magical spell of sugar on a stick. My weakness. They will be the ones to bring down my perfect record. And I'm guessing in the spectrum of things, suckers rank up there on the list of really bad candy. Next to something that sticks like laffy taffy...and I love me some laffy taffy! Gum also is on the list of things that are out to get me. But hey, according to the package my gum of choice is accepted by the ADA. Sweet. And I also figure chewing gum is better then chain smoking cigarettes which I'm almost certain I'd do if I didn't chew gum.

Ok enough about the suckers already.

I remember something I was going to say yesterday! Yay! It's about iPods and how useful they are. Yes they are great because I get to soundtrack my life like I'm in a movie but they have hidden goodness. Like I can be walking, doing my own thing, and in front of me I hear someone having a juicy convo. So I go ahead, turn the volume down and eavesdrop. Oh yeah. It's nice. And on the flip side, I can use it as an excuse. Oh what's that? You said something to me? No sorry I didn't hear you I had my music on and wasn't really paying attention. Sorry. Works like a charm.

Random alert: I love to say endoplasmic reticulum. Fabulous word combination. Biology is full of fun words, perhaps I'm going in the wrong direction. My love affair with words would be better suited in a science field. I could just say all sorts of cool things. Hemophiliac. Photosynthesis. Polypeptide chain. Xylem. Devonian, Silurian, Ordovician, Cambrian. (totally remembered that when I took geology last year as DSOC. Dakota State Orange County)

Ok enough with the words I guess. I've made my point...with some over kill.

OH I FORGOT THE BEST NEWS!
I got a raise. Snatch! How sweet is that?! Pretty sweet. Sure if I was working there full time I'd probably be below the poverty line or damn close to it but still. A raise! And a biggy too! Went from 7.85 an hour to 8.15. Yeah. Last time I got a raise it was 10 cents. (That means I make 12.25 on Sundays and recognized holidays for those of you keeping track at home...which would be weird if you were)

I got stuff to do. Keep cool my babies.

3.14 apple pie

Happy Pi Day! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! This day takes me back to high school, ah the good old days. Nutters! I forgot to celebrate Mole Day! October 23. You know, Avocado's number? Except it really isn't avocado but Avegrado or something like that.

Um yeah. Anyways. How goes it? I feel like I had something to say besides that it was Pi Day. Hmmm....Hmmm... balls. I don't remember.

OH! I just looked at my calendar and a Brewers Spring Training game is on tonight! But shit! I have to work until 1100. Damnit it! Would it be really dorky to tape it? Hmm...I just might have to do that and OH! Another one is on on Sunday! Score! My weekend just got like 10 times more exciting. Which is sad. But that's ok.

Think katie think! I know once I stand up and start to vacuum I'm gonna remember what I was gonna say. Ain't that the way it goes? Shitter brickers.

Whoa. I just spent thirty seconds doing that thing were you change which eye your using to look at something to make one of those electrical boxes on the telephone pole jump around. It made a huge difference. And also made me a little sick. Yikes.

Oh this post has proven useless! Damnit! I need to start a new list of things to blog about.

But here, watch the video by Bo Burnham called 3.14 Apple Pi. It's pretty funny. I also recommend his Helen Keller is the Perfect Woman.

3.14 Apple Pi

Helen Keller is the Perfect Woman

Omega 3 fatty acid

I think CSI is ruining my life.

I do. I was walking to class today, minding my own business jammin' to my playlist "Did you belt it?" and noticed on the ground in front of me wheelchair tracks. Alright, so that isn't odd. This college after all is one of the most wheelchair accessible or something like that. But what was sad was I kept tracking them as I walked to figure out what direction the wheelchair went. Good news I figured it out. I was able to tell by the direction of the wet wheel marks on the pavement. Yeah. So not exactly a brain buster but the point is I thought it. I might have before but the way I thought it now was so very CSI. I need to step back, cut down. But I can't! An addict has to want to quit and I don't. Nope.

I like watching it every day. It puts a little routine in my life. Well I don't watch it every single day. Most. I like to laugh at Horatio and the way he talks. The man is a factory of cheesy lines. I like Greg from the original CSI because he's different then the other CSI's and the actor who plays him is a Wisconsin boy. Always a perk in my book. I like looking at Speed and thinking to myself that I'd like to rip his shirt off him. Weird? Yes, I know that. But I don't know why or how that though first got in my mind. I think it's the way he wears his shirts not buttoned up all the way and then his build. For some reason to me it screams rip this shirt off me. That's all I want to do to him, rip his shirt open and walk away. Yeah...I know, I know. Strange.

Anyway. The title of the post. I like the song by Stone Sour titled Omega. It isn't really a song, it's a track on the CD but the dude is talking the whole time. I like it because I think the guy has some interesting things to say, it reminds me a little of the Obscenity speech from Bulworth. I also think it proves that not all punk/rock/metal is lyrics of nonesense. Lauren and I have had the discussion and if you really listen to the lyrics of say a Red Hot Chili Peppers song and compare them to the hit on the country station, the Chili Peppers are far more creative with their words and the content over all is better.

Because I like it so much here be the lyrics.
Enjoy and I'm outtie. (nuts! the line breaks didn't stay the same...eh well)

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned For the rest of us there is always sunday The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers A vacation is a countdown T minus your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? (*background*WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP! I could go on and on but let's move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is another way to say better, than, you! It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food But you can't touch the silverware *laughs* What luck! Facism you can vote for *snorts* Isn't that sweet And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU! I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so Remember, your a wreck an accident Forget the freak your just nature Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.

Hey Ch-ch-changes!

(Totally sung that like Aerosmith's hey ja-ja-jaded!)

Anyway. Changes. I'm in desperate need to them. In all aspects of my life. I'm quite dissatisfied with the way it's going right now. Not like weirdly depressed I'm gonna end it all dissatisfied but just, what the hell is going on? I'm just. Ugh! Fed up with myself in so many ways. And I want to change that feeling of being fed up. It's a feeling I have difficulties describing. I've just become too passive and I'm settling for mere satisfaction when I should be striving. Holy crap, total call back to the class World of Ideas. But it's totally true. I need something. I need to stop floating by in this state and start to participate.

I am so sick of not knowing what I want or not going after what I do. I don't speak for myself and I let others dictate what I do and I don't want that any more. I just, I need something to change. I don't know what that something is though. That's problematic. I need to find something, anything. I am completely at a loss of what I want to do with my life. Sure being a journalist sounds alright but honestly is it what I truly want to do day in day out? Yes if I can get into opinion writing and commentaries, hell I'd be all for covering baseball but if I have to cover city hall then no. I can't see myself doing that and that spells trouble. I'm in trouble, with a capital t that rhymes with g as in gee I'm screwed. (stole that from the Emmy's last time Conan hosted) I just don't know and I think uncertainty is dragging me down.

I'm in need of something. Maybe I should take a year off, pack up and move some place new. Yeah right. No that isn't going to happen. Though living in the Keys working on a pier selling sea shell artwork to tourists sounds slightly appealing.

I don't know where I heard it or where I read it I'm thinking it might have been a TV show but really I'm drawing a blank, anyways, who ever it was said you should be what you wake up in the morning and think of. That makes sense. My problem is when I wake up in the morning I'm lost in my dreams and daydreams. Maybe that means I should be a dreamer? I already I am. I fill notebooks with nonsense that probably would mean nothing to anyone else but mean a lot to me. I spend my time, even when I know that I should be doing something else, writing. But not in a journalistic sense in a story way. No, more of a screenplay way but still. So at least it's good I chose a major where I get to write right? Yeah. Sure.

I just need some sort of change. I need to get away. I'm 21 and I'm already feeling dragged down. That shouldn't be happening.

I'm thinking of changing my hair color, but I'm not entirely sure it's related to my revamp I'm going for. Maybe. I'm thinking of going to a shade of brown since my blonde is pretty brown as is. I also need to get it cut. Yikes.

Alllllllllllright. Enough of that.

Oh! I totally think at work there should be a policy of being able to slap people when they ask really, really dumb questions. A lady the other day, "Do you honor expired coupons?" Me: slowly look up at woman with "are you fucking serious" look? good thing I didn't answer and the bagger did. HONESTLY WOMAN! I wanted to wait her out and have her realize how dumb of a question that was. She's like the people who when I'm standing there with my light off, sign up saying closed, getting the stuff put away and ask if they can come to the line. I give them the look of no you moron. You can't. And yes, I do get a slight feeling of satisfaction when I reject people. I love it when they ask like they have an in, like I'm gonna say yes. "oh I can just come here quick can't I?" and start to walk down lane. Me? No sorry I'm closed. And if they say it'll be quick I say sorry but I'm done. And walk away.

Okkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Time to do something else.
Catch you on the flip side, homes.

The Dark Ages Are Upon Us

Brett Favre has retired. Whatever am I to do? The only quarterback of the Packers I have ever known, gone! Today people were out in full Brett Favre glory, a jersey everywhere you looked. Facebook statuses reflecting the news. Wisconsin is in mourning.

...haha. Wouldn't it be weird if I actually cared like that? So Brett Favre is done. Yeah it's a little weird to think of the Packers without him. I guess my lack of real emotion is because I lack a real affinity for the Packers. I'll root for them but it's just not my thing.

Anyway. I have a theory. I think the people living below me are drug dealers. Ok, so I have no proof or evidence of the accusation. However what I do have are the weird hours they keep. Always someone pounding on the door to get in and if they lived there they should have a key. I'll be laying in bed and I can hear people knocking. I even heard someone at 530 Saturday morning. This is a college town, filled with college students and this is a college apartment complex (mostly) so for anyone to be up and at 'em at that early is just unusual. Unless the person was after some Mary Jane. And when the people pound on the door to get in, they don't leave after a normal amount of time. You know, you knock, wait, knock, wait, wait a little more then leave. You don't knock knock knock!! Wait. Knock knock knock, start to yell. OH! And one person always knocks the Shave and a hair cut, two bits! But they do the whole thing and don't wait for the other person to do the second part. Maybe it's code.

I was quite disappointed with the CSI Miami repeat today. All the sudden they jumped to the fourth or fifth season. What the hell? I don't like that Natalia Boa Vista she just irks me. And well, I've seen more episodes with Speed still alive then not so I don't like that he's all dead. Aw. Speed. Le sigh. Wish he didn't leave the show.

And speaking of le sigh. Ugh! Pink is the new blog changed the format and I do not like it. No Trent, I do not. I find it inconvenient that I have to check back sixty times in one day to get the juicy goss when before it was one stop shopping. Boo to you Pink! Boo! I knew that if I checked if after 2 o'clock there should be a post. But now, what the hell? Bad move...bad move.

On that note I'm gonna go do something. I don't know what.

Spring fever

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Long time no blog. Unusual for me. I don't know, haven't really had much to blog about.

Except this! Kidding. I don't have anything to follow up that excitement with.

Let's see. Spring Training is in full swing! Yaaaaaay! The home opener is in about a month. Did I say I had tickets? I think I did but it's worth repeating.

Spring break is in three weeks! Weeeeeee! I don't have plans. I wish I could go to Miami or Fort Lauderdale for break. No, I want to go to Phoenix. But you get the drift I wish I could go somewhere. Not sit in the house with the shades drawn sending myself into a comatose state from watching far to much TV and receiving far to little outside stimulation. Pervs! Not like that!

I'm in a rut. I can't get anything going. I need to snap out of it. I have a severe case of junioritis. Or just lack of motivation. Either way I need to get my pretty little ass in gear.

And speaking of getting my ass in gear I just did. Set up an appointment. Boo yah go me.
You know, I am totally screwed when I get out in the real world and can no longer make my mom make all my doctor, dentist, hair appointments. I'll end up with some disease, no teeth and hair down to the floor. I'm just a total phone wimp. I'd rather go in a make an appointment then talk to someone over the phone. I don't even like talking on it now to people I know.

Right-o. I need to get dressed and ready for the day. All that jazz.

Keep it real party people.