Ranting, raving and spitting fire.

I seem to complain a lot on this. That I know.

My hope is that I don't come across as a cranky ranting lunatic who is well, a bitch. My hope is that it is well aware that what I tend to rant and rave about are things of no true substance. I complain about things that really don't matter. I do so in a sarcastic way, or at least that is how I perceive it . When I bitch about work it is just something to do. It passes the time and I get a kick out of it because it tends to be about people or situations that I think most people would have some form of annoyance to. Rarely after I have left the confides of the store do I have any lingering anger. I don't preoccupy my time totally about the dumbass and his coupons from hell.

I'm just saying. When I complain about stupid things it's just that, stupid. And I think it goes along with something I heard once. How it is much harder for a person to accept a compliment then it is for a person to put down another. I don't know what it is about the human condition or maybe it is strictly American that we find it awkward when someone says something nice but I think that's where my silly tirades come from.

Just so you know.

And did you here the news?! Dumbledore from Harry Potter is gay! I'm not entirely surprised by that, I did find it somewhat suspicious that he didn't seem to attract the witches. That JK Rowling is a mysterious, fascinating woman. Her mind seems quite amazing.

Ooooooooh my! Someone is cooking something that smells absolutely fantastic. I want what ever it is. It smells like...well mint mojito because I just blew a bubble but perhaps chicken or a casserole. Mmmmm. I want some. And speaking of my great sense of smell, I think I have one, I amazed people with my ability to correctly name a liquor. It was Bacardi O. And then I did it again with Sminoff strawberry. Though I didn't guess the name brand right away.

Ooooh maybe since I have a good sense of smell that would mean I'd make a good chef! Or perhaps that just means I've been watching too much Iron Chef America. I just love that damn show!

Ok. I'm outie like a baby's belly button.

Roads. Rooods Ro-ads.

What's that from? Anyone anyone? Black Sheep.

I'm sitting here, enjoying a nice little Saturday morning doing not much. And I got to thinking about tshirts. You know my weakness? That and pens, sharpies and really good coffee. So I went to cafepress.com and was looking around, thinking about what I want on a tshirt since you can make your own and I decided I want a tshirt that says "JJ Makes Me Hardy" And then after that I was looking at all the custom made Wisconsin ones and after about the tenth time of reading Wisconsin it happened. You know when you say anything too much in a short time span it starts to sound really, really weird? Well that's what happened. I giggled to myself and couldn't help but think "Man, Wisconsin is a really really weird word! Wisconsin. heheh." Is it sad? You betchya. It's just a strange phenomenon, when an ordinary word sounds weird because you say it to much. Happens when I think about my name. Katie. What's up with that? katie katie katie. It's just weird!

I need to stop thinking about useless stuff so much.

(Oh and I found a great shirt I want. Has the outline of the state on it and up top says Wisconsin and below it says Sorry about that McCarthy thing. Hehe)

Um. Right. So obviously I've turned into a blogging fool. Don't worry, it's bound to slow down once I get over the fact that I have internet.

Right-o. Nothing to do until work time but I'll attempt to find something.

Twice in one night?

....what I want to say in response to the blog title...will not...say it.

Anyhoo. Yes. I am back again. Why? Well because I am what would be called in most circles a loser. Yeah. I...I have no life. I don't party and I don't really do much of anything but I figure if I'm happy enough then why not? Plus I have the paralyzing fear of getting caught as an underager and then having to pay a $200+ fine and my parents telling me I'm cut off.

But as I sit here with Harry the Hodag on my lap, a beer in front of me and a bag of "healthy" chips, I was back reading my blog just as a self evaluation type thing (and learned that I should perhaps proof read) and because I don't have anything better to do, I wrote down all my blog ideas! Yah! I got smart I wrote them down! The ones I claim not to remember but really do it's just more of a once I start typing I don't quite remember what I was going to type about and then it is ten minutes later and the entry is done and I can't go back and change the whole thing because heaven forbid one of my few readers would have read it already.

Breath.

So I have the list now. And now I shall write one of them down!
This I call the Wal-Mart Blues. It's fitting because I went to the Discount City tonight all by my lonesome and when I wrote what I'm about to type I had just gone to Wal-Mart all alone. So here it is...

There is nothing more lonely and sad than walking into a Wal-Mart on a Saturday night. Especially when it is just about dark but the sun is still peaking its last rays over the horizon, splashing the landscape in golden glow. Magic hour, one of the prettiest times of day. Not a time of day to be walking into Wal-Mart, a building that is anything but beautiful. Florescent lights stretching out in every way, reflecting off the white floors to give you the feeling of double vision. Recycled air in your lungs, the only sounds that surround you are the hallow, solo "flip flop" to remind you you're alone. A continuous drone of elevator music and pop tunes mixed with nauseating cheerful voices informing you of the deals and steals of the week follow you no matter where you are. Even a venture into the jungle of electronics to paw through the coveted $5.50 DVD bin cannot release you from the grasps of the music. Twenty TV screens scream the same thing at you but in the background "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" continues to haunt you. A solitary weave through the aisles past families, friends and couples remind you like a slap on the face of your current status. Standing in a Wal-Mart on a Saturday night completely alone with nothing to look forward to. A reality that is sad, but ordinary. A lifestyle some are accustomed to. It's the Wal-Mart blues.

There you have it.

Yesterday....

Was my 248 months birthday. Yeah. That's right. In December when it's my 250th I'll take presents.

The reason I thought of that was because as I sat in class yesterday, bored, I was writing the date on my paper and making it look pretty and then it dawned on my that it was four months until my birthday and then I thought well hey, how many months old am I? So I did the math. And I figure if kids can be called 16 months old instead of a year and a half then why not spice things up and do my age in months?

And I would have posted it yesterday but my internet is a bitch. Plain and simple. A bitchy bitch.

Gosh. I come up with all these ideas to blog about and then I end up spending an entry bitching about the internet so then I don't use the ideas. Oh well. That's just how it'll have to go I guess.

I have a rumbly in my tummbly. I need food so I am outta here.

Get Me to the Church on Time

My weekend was quite jammed pack and that generally doesn't happen. It was amazing. Usually I sit around on my toosh, go to work, sit around some more, sleep, watch some tube, sit around and then finally on Sunday do some homework.

Not this weekend people, not this weekend. Friday night was full of working then a Fiesta where we proceeded to talk like Forrest Gump at times which was good for a giggle. Saturday got up nice and semi early to go to the Homecoming Parade and get pockets full of candy. Then home afterwards for some laundry and labor with a little school work thrown in and then it was Sunday.

Oh Sunday. Getting up at 6 AM and being pissed at my mom for the whole ride down to Monroe wasn't fun. I was cranky. She was annoying. Whattya going to do about it? We were going to my aunt's wedding that day and as Ashely pointed out after I told her that I had been in three states in three hours and I quote "Wow 3 states in 1 day, that's more than you've seen in the last 5 years!" Damn her! Damn her and her inconvenient truth! Yes. Illinois and Iowa all in one day! I can finally stop bitching....maybe. Got lost in Iowa. Got to the church after it had started. Nice ceremony. Ate a ton at the potluck and got some quality kiddie time. (hehe. Again, what can I say?) Didn't get lost trying to get home from Iowa which was nice. Laughed at the old ladies (which I say with love of course...) as they complained about the bridge going over the Mississippi in Dubuque. Ate some pie from Pick N Slave and then headed home.

That is more activity in one day then I have had in I don't know how long. I guess going up North would qualify as action but really, that's routine. This wasn't.

Aww shucks. I should go to bed. I'm tired.

Word to your mother!

Double Whammy

Whoa. This post has two important aspects to it. One is the celebration of internet access the other is that this is my 100th post.

Lets party people.

First...Wooohoo! I got the inter-net! I can sit here. In my roo-oom. (I'm going for that celebratory song type deal. Did that translate? No..Ok.) Yes. It is finally, finally here. After weeks of anticipation and agony of sorts I have once again been reconnected to that old love. I can now be happy.

Second...100! Yay!

Yeah...that whole finding a crafty way to celebrate it? Didn't happen. I was blinded by anger of just wanting access online that I spent most my time well doing school work but then feeling some anger. Though in retrospect it's a little bit my fault for taking so long to do what was necessary...

But back to celebrating! If my number of blog posts translated into years then my blog could be on the Today Show with Willard Scott saying nice things about it while being framed like it was on a Smuckers jelly can. "Well today ''taking it one day at a time'' celebrates it's 100th post. The blog is known for the authors feeble attempt at humor which mostly fails on a catastrophic level and that is whats so humorous about it. Also the rantings of things not interesting. Happy blogirth day!"

There. My celebration!

I'm cooking some pasta and it says to cook it al dente (whatever that means) I need to keep the cover off. And now I'm sing Alluente. (which isn't spelled right....)

Alluent shuntay alluente! Alluenta shuntay alluea!

Right. So not right but I don't care!

I'm out!

They're going to pay it in the Ghetto.

Fuck the Ghetto!
(the nickname for my building of course)

To steal from Bulworth, with some changes. I'm katie and I've come to say, the landlords got some shit to pay! They're going to pay it in the ghetto! They're going to pay it in the ghetto!

Cripes. I'm getting sick of all the internet issues! I can't do anything for classes with out it. Its a must. I need it. It no longer falls in the want category it falls in the I fucking need it already assholes.

I feel slightly better.

I have work to do.