tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551348550792755502024-03-12T19:32:05.749-06:00A Girl Against the World.Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-73849668023584265432015-05-30T00:08:00.001-05:002015-05-30T00:08:39.125-05:00How Procrastination Saved Me $100We've all had those moments when procrastination costs us dear. We ended up with a bad grade because we put off the assignment until the last minute, or we were late to a party because we were watching Grey's Anatomy (I've NEVER done. Nope. Definitely not me. I'm a <i>responsible </i>teen.)<br />
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But today was an anomaly. I actually <i>saved</i> money by procrastinating.<br />
Sure I've done this before when I procrastinate and then a sale comes up, but I've never saved on this scale. But then again I've never bought airplane tickets before.<br />
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That's right. I saved money on plane tickets. And I'm BRAGGING ABOUT IT. How typically adult-like.<br />
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But because I was too lazy to make the tickets yesterday, the prices went down and I SAVED $100. Sure the flight times are now at like 10:00 at night, BUT $100!! Do you know how many books I can buy with that?!<br />
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And where are these plane tickets to, you ask?<br />
To Auburn, to party it up with Margot.<br />
Well, really to help her move, but there are going to be parties involved.<br />
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So, in conclusion, PROCRASTINATION CAN BE GOOD.</div>
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Don't tell your parents I said that.</div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-53177410668035968582015-05-26T23:58:00.000-05:002015-05-26T23:58:22.720-05:00Why I can never be a Disney PrincessI think we can all agree that there is a certain standard that every Disney Princess upholds. This standard is ridiculous, impossible and degrades women.....but I think I can say that every girl still wants to be a Disney Princess. There are so many perks! Handsome princes, rich castles, wild animal pets, and a happy ending. So I took a look at myself and realized that "Hey! ...I'd never make it."<br />
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So here we have a look at the basic talents of a Disney Princess and how I stack up to them<br />
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<br />Literally every Disney princess has this in some shape or form. Even Mulan talks to Mushu!<br /><br /><b>Me:</b> All animals hate me. I wish I was joking. I'm supposed to housesit a cat this weekend and I'm afraid for my life.<br /></li>
<li><b>The ability to remain hopeful all the time.</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Every Disney Princess has some major life changing event, usually it's not a good thing. BUT THEY ARE ALWAYS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT?! Like what even? I've come to the conclusion that they are missing their amygdala (the part of the brain that controls fear.)<br />
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<b>Me: </b>Yeah nope.<br /></div>
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<b>Going after what you want.</b></div>
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Yeah sure sometimes it's a bit more like what just happens to them, but for the most part Disney Princess get what they want.<br />
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<b>Me: </b>Even if I want something, even if I've said "Yeah I want that. I like that." it still so hard for me to ACTUALLY do it! I can almost never get the guts to do the things I want to do, because I'm scared of how other people will react. Obviously I mean when it comes to bigger things, because if I want that ice cream, I <i>will</i> get that ice cream.<br /></div>
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<b>Having the voice of an angel.</b><br />
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Does this one really need explaining?<br />
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<b>Me:</b> My voice is one of my biggest insecurities. I don't like my voice, it's too low and it's all weird and bleh. So obviously I fail on like the biggest requirement for being a Disney Princess.<br /></div>
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<b>Connecting with Nature.</b><br />
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I need a Disney Princess that like runs onto branches and trips over logs and just generally hates nature. I just don't understand how all of them just get along so well with the outdoors!<br />
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<b>Me:</b> HAHA no.<br /></div>
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<b>Natural Grace.</b><br />
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<b>Disney Princesses: </b>They always do everything with absolute grace and daintiness (random note: doesn't the word "daintiness" <i>LOOK</i> dainty?)<br /><br /><b>Me: </b>The one time I tried to be dainty, I ended up bruising my hip and leg.<br /></div>
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<b>Crying Prettily.</b><br /><b>Here are a few examples:</b><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">
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<b>Me:</b> I was once told by my grandfather that if I ever found a prince, I must never to cry around him or he'd leave me for sure. (I was like 8, but that still hurts.)</div>
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So those are a few reasons why I can't be a Disney Princess. Although... <span style="font-size: xx-small;">ikindawishiwasadisneyprincess.</span><div>
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I said what?</div>
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Don't be preposterous.</div>
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Kat out. *drops mic*</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-48296558282994986042015-05-26T23:32:00.000-05:002015-05-26T23:32:51.661-05:00A Very Happy Birthday to My Best FriendToday is a monumental occasion. It's my bff's (a.k.a. <a href="http://whaletonsvoyage.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Whaleton</a>) sweet sixteen!!<br />
This is a huge milestone in the teenage life, so I've dedicated this blog post to describing, in all her fabulous glory, Margot Anne Tucker.<br />
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First of all: my relationship to Margot.<br />
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Margot is my best friend and cousin. Since birth we have been inseparable, as apparent in Exhibit A:<br /><br />
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She is also my partner in crime, the blonde to my brunette, my confidant, my other half, and my therapist. And my person, she's my person.</div>
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<br />Margot Tucker isn't like any ordinary girl. She's bloody brilliant first of all. She's smart and sweet and gorgeous and kind and just overall fabulous.<br />
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I don't think Margot Tucker realizes how amazing she is, how many lives she's touched, how many people she's helped just by <i>being. </i>Being Margot Tucker.</div>
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She means so much to me. We fangirl together, we cry together, we laugh together, we celebrate together. And when someone pisses off one of us, they piss off both of us. We've been each others best friends since birth and we are immeasurably, ridiculously, and immensely close.<br />
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So don't go changing Margot.</div>
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You're my person. You will always be my person.</div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-85023707998172471302015-05-22T22:29:00.000-05:002015-05-22T22:40:29.039-05:00Apologizes, Poptarts, and GhostsSo first....<br />
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I apologize for not blogging. I swear I always meant to come back, but I decided to finish with school for the year first. Which I did on Monday. But then my parents went to D.C. for a week and I'm left taking care of my five siblings ALL BY MYSELF. Usually we have a college student or family friend stay over and they may leave a few times during the day, but for the most part they are at the house taking care of my five siblings (I alone am exempt from the orders of them because no one wants to mess with a moody teenager and her internet connection.)<br />
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But now I am completely alone! Which has lead to two things: Poptarts and Ghosts.<br />
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POPTARTS ARE QUITE LITERALLY THE BEST THING INVENTED SINCE THE INTERNET.<br />
So I've discovered Poptarts.... See when my parents leave, I get to go grocery shopping and one of the things I picked up (along with three different kinds of ice cream) was Poptarts. Now this is probably a staple of anyone's childhood, but my mom hates all things that are stuffed with preservatives and sugar. So we never have Poptarts. But when I bit into the warm deliciousness of a Confetti Poptart, my world was turned upside down. I'm not sure how I'll survive without them when my mom comes home tomorrow.<br />
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The one downside to staying home alone (besides the obvious annoying siblings and the phone that won't stop ringing with random people checking up on us like, "Yes Grandmother-who-lives-across-the-country-and-forgot-my-birthday-and-no-i'm-not-still-bitter-that-she-remembers-everyone-else's-birthdays, I'm not killing off your grandkids, don't worry.")<br />
The one huge downside is....ghosts. Let me recap for you the ghosts I've run into the past few days.<br />
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<li>The ghost who swings the hammock when there is not a hint of a breeze.</li>
<li>The ghosts who live in the dryer and make it malfunction with the drying AND make the timer noise go off during ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT. I say "ghosts" because it happens all the time and there must be ghosts that take shifts.</li>
<li>The ghost who makes the loudest noise on the phone making it impossible to hear the other person (I was able to get rid of this ghost by unplugging the fax machine where it resides.)</li>
<li>The ghost who keeps logging me out of the Wii Netflix. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.</li>
<li>The ghost who is making the dogs bark really loudly right now (I hope to God that it's a ghost and not--I'm not going to think about it. I am not going to think about it.)</li>
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So as you can see I'm doing perfectly fine.</div>
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Kat</div>
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PS. If you know a good exorcist, let me know.</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-56301205079341226862015-04-05T09:42:00.003-05:002015-04-05T09:42:21.001-05:00Thoughts during High School Musical<div>
It was 12am. I made a decision. I stick to that decision.<br />
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Yes, because picking two random people to sing together will always have a happy ending.</div>
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Guy predicts the entire movie in the line "You two will thank me for this one day."</div>
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Oh, Gabriella moved to the same school as Troy? WHAT A HAPPY FREAKING COINCIDENCE THAT WE ALL SAW COMING.<br /></div>
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So he's singing a song in front of his friends about how he can't sing in front of his friends?</div>
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Kelsi is my new favorite character.</div>
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I'm pretty sure this much sexual tension between two characters is like illegal in a Disney movie.<br /></div>
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And the principal is okay with the guys carrying around and throwing basket balls everywhere?</div>
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Chad has some pretty awesome hair.</div>
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ZEKE YOU ARE MY NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER AND I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE SOME OF YOUR BRULEE.<br /></div>
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Troy, you have lame jokes.</div>
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Troy, I can see your underwear.</div>
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Troy, you have lame jokes.</div>
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Troy, just kiss the damn girl already.</div>
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TROY, PLEASE STAPH WITH THE LAME JOKES.</div>
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How is his hair and his skin like the same color?<br /></div>
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Kelsi is the kid who will grow up and write the entire Tangled soundtrack.</div>
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STOP MAKING LOVE EYES OVER THE SCENERY.</div>
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GAH THE ROMANTIC TENSION.<br /></div>
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"That girl is Gabriella and she's very nice." That is all you are going to say to your dad? SHE'S NICE?</div>
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YEAH! Stand up for your almost girlfriend.<br /></div>
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Chad, if you are going to devise a sneaky plan, make it a good one.<br />
I TAKE IT BACK THAT IS TERRIBLY SNEAKY AND DOWN RIGHT DIRTY.</div>
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Although be honest Gabriella, did you honestly expect a guy you met like a week ago to ditch all his friends for you?</div>
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So these kids are 15 right? *sigh* I'd forgive it if they had know each other forever and just fell in love, but again....ONE WEEK.<br /></div>
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Gabriella has a balcony on her house. This better come into play...</div>
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Sneaking around a girl's house is called stalking.<br />
I KNEW THE BALCONY WOULD COME INTO PLAY.<br />
God, this is so stupidly romantic and I love it.<br /></div>
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These kids have a lot of free time. Do they even have classes?!</div>
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How has no one sent Sharpay to a psych eval?<br /></div>
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How did Troy come up with a plan so quickly? He only had like thirty seconds and by the look on his face he wasn't anticipating the change in schedule so how on earth did he think that up so fast?!<br /></div>
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I'm gonna have "Bob to the Top" stuck in my head tomorrow.<br />
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There better be a kiss at the end of this movie. None of that "forehead kiss" or "passionate hug" crap from Disney.</div>
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NO NOT A CHEEK KISS COME ONE.</div>
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ALMOST ALMOST ALMOST....NOOOOOOOOOO DAMN IT DISNEY.</div>
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WELL THAT WAS DISAPPOINTING.<br />
DAMN YOU DISNEY.<br />
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Well that was interesting.<br />
I have no other words.<br />
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-2871798742967900012015-04-05T09:35:00.000-05:002015-04-05T09:35:02.633-05:00My music library episode THREEMore music....YAY!!<br />
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<li><b>Way Back When by Grizfolk.</b> This reminds me of Valentine's Day, because I spent the entire day dancing to this song, getting really really really excited about Julia (my cousin and Whaleton's older sister) engagement to Joel, her then-boyfriend.<br /></li>
<li><b>Madness by Sleeping With Sirens. </b>OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG. LIKE LEGIT MARRY-IT-IN-VEGAS LOVE IT. It reminds me of rain, because it was raining a lot when the album first came out and I continued to play <a href="http://www.rainymood.com/">Rainy Mood</a> when the rain stopped. It almost seems wrong listening this song without rain in the background.<br /></li>
<li><b>Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. </b>Jensen Ackles. Oh and my dad hates this song for an unknown reason, so one night we all sang it super loud to make him mad. And then we ran and hide.<br /><br />And we still haven't come out of hiding yet.<br /></li>
<li><b>The A Team by Ed Sheeran. </b>Auburn. I first bought the + album when I was visiting Whaleton and we played it over and over and over and over and I remember standing on the stair balcony and singing it down to her while she was folding laundry. ANNNNNNNNNNND then Nick throw his door open and told me to shut up. Which I didn't do. Obviously.<br /></li>
<li><b>Wolf Bite by Owl City. </b>This one is the easiest because as soon as I hear this song I am transported to sitting on a swing in the front yard of our summer house, Maplehurst. (Well really our grandparents' summer home, but that sounds less cool.)<br /></li>
<li><b>Howl by Florence and the Machine. </b> This is a truly amazing song. It reminds me of werewolves for obvious reasons and then werewolves remind me of Beatrice (congrats Tris, you've been in this world for like 24 hours and you're already in my blog.) The reason Beatrice reminds me of a werewolf is because she is one. The signs are all there! She has very furry ears, she was born during a lunar eclipse, she makes weird noises like a wolf. She's a werewolf.<br /></li>
<li><b>Single Ladies by Beyonce. </b>IF YOU LIKE YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT A RING ON IT. This song is just....there. It doesn't remind me of a particular thing.<br /></li>
<li><b>Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. </b> This one reminds me of HIMYM. If you know the song and the show, then you you know what I mean.<br /></li>
<li><b>Jealous by Nick Jonas. </b>This one isn't so much of a memory as a thought trail that goes something like this: Oh hey, I like this song. This is Nick Jonas. Wow...I can't believe how much he has grown up since the Jonas Brother days. He and Nat Wolff should do a song together, seeing that they both were part of a band that had the word "brother" in the title and I had a crush on both of them when I was younger (I AM NOT PROUD OF THAT, BUT IT HAPPENED.)<br /></li>
<li><b>Eet by Regina Spektor. </b>This one reminds me of the color blue and being lonely.</li>
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And there we have it.</div>
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Kat</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-62276758287999449472015-03-23T21:52:00.000-06:002015-03-23T21:52:17.497-06:00How I've changed in a year.Today is my last day of being 15, which is kinda scary if you think about it. I've been 15 for an entire year and through that year I have changed.... a lot. And now I'm leaving 15 behind, like I'm shedding a skin or something. The weird part is I'm still not used to being 15, I still sometimes say I'm 14. So how am I going to get used to 16?! Anyway...As I was thinking all these scary thoughts, it really occurred to me how much I have changed in the past year and so, as usual, I made a list.<br />
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<li><b>I've become less shy.</b> This is mainly thanks to two things: Camp and Whaleton. Camp really gave me that push I needed when I was 14, but when I was 15? I realized that those people are crazy and weird and I love them so much for it. I'll never forget sing "All About That Bass" in the halls, swapping gossip in the bathrooms, and shipping all the campers. The second person, Whaleton, really taught me the power of friendship as cheesy as that sounds. She taught me that trust in a friendship isn't something to be feared, but something that really makes life worthwhile. She taught me that having someone who is so ridiculously close to you is the best thing in the world.</li>
<li><b>I've become more awkward.</b> More socially awkward. If I'm intimidated by someone or particularly nervous around them, then I become an awkward turtle. Just completely shut down into idiot land.</li>
<li><b>I've learned to love hugs. "</b>My name is Catherine and I like warm hugs!" is a sentence that I would have never said a year ago. I hated when people touched me and for the most part I still do. But I have learned that hugs really are awesome and they really give you a sense of love and affection. (This is all thanks to being forced into hugs for many years. It's like exposure therapy.</li>
<li><b>I can handle life. </b>Life used to be this big scary thing that I couldn't handle most of the time. I ignored Life. I'm covering my ears like a kid, when it's words mean nothing I go "la la la". I'm turn up the volume as it speaks, cause if my heart can't stop it, I'll find a way to block it, I'll go "la la la." (Sorry I had to.) But now I can look Life in the eye and say "You still scare the out of me, but I'm going to persevere to the end."</li>
<li><b>I've learned that the little things are what count. </b>The tiny things that make my day are the things that add up in the end. A sweet compliment from someone I love, hearing my favorite song on the radio, dancing with friends to said song, baking with friends, watching movies with friends, shopping with friends.... FRIENDS JUST MAKE LIFE, OKAY?<br /></li>
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Kat.</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-13935436274413864442015-03-22T21:13:00.001-06:002015-03-22T21:13:43.365-06:00My Dating Profile<span style="line-height: 17px;">Because I'm deathly* ill right now, and when I'm deathly ill I spend the entire day watching YouTube videos, I happened to stumbled across Emma Blackery's Dating Profile Tag. And yes, this is a <i>technically</i> YouTube tag, but I believe in equality for all types of internet-ness!!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">Also because I'm not in a relationship and most likely won't be in one in the near future, I've answered these questions with more of a friendship kind of relationship view.</span><br />
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<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>Do you believe in love at first sight?</b><br />No, I don't. I think it's completely possible to be <i>attracted </i>to someone at first sight, but love isn't something that can be determined within a single glance.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>What do you do for fun?</b><br />I....internet? And use nouns as verbs.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>Do you want/do you have any children?</b><br />I would love kids!....Way way way way in the future. Obviously I want to be married and have a good income and all that stuff, but also I would like to be able to experience crazy and amazing things before I have a kid. Is that selfish of me? To want to live a little before I have to settle down?</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>What are you looking for in a relationship?</b><br />HONESTY. In every kind of relationship. For some reason, even if the knowledge hurts, I just need people to completely honest with me. And not honest about just themselves, but honest about me. Like every little thing I do that annoys you? I want to know. That thing I said months ago that hurt your feelings even just a little? I want to know. What your favorite ice cream flavor is? I NEED to know. I also value trust and, surprisingly, affection. That is something I found out recently about myself is that I actually like affection now, I used to hate it, but now physical and emotional affection from my family and friends is much appreciated.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know?</b><br />I have an addiction to buying books.</span></li>
<li><b style="line-height: 17px;">If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions?</b><br /><span style="line-height: 17px;">I'd go to Disney World. Like a proper trip that lasts a week and a half and I go do EVERYTHING. It's a bit of a stupid thing to wish for, but ever since I was younger I've wanted to go to Disney World. I would also buy the lot that is next door to me, tear down the old house and completely rebuild it. It would be three stories high with a Jane Austen look to it, and I'd have secret rooms and corridors and plenty of nooks and crannies for reading and bookshelves! Oh, I'd have to many bookshelves and they'd all be overflowing with books!<br /><br />Oh and I'd get a two kittens, one named Darcy and one named Lizzie. </span></li>
<li><b style="line-height: 17px;">Which was the first crush you ever had?</b><br /><span style="line-height: 17px;">Hmmmm...I honestly don't really remember. I guess it would probably be Nathan, the older brother of one of my oldest friends. Mostly because I know I did have a crush on him for like a week and that's the earliest I remember... Well to be perfectly honest, it was most likely a guy who is now my best friend, but I really don't remember.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>You have got six months to live, what will you do first?</b><br />First thing? Quit school and go travel the world. And I'd finally get the courage to do and say the things I've always been thinking.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>Are you a morning person or a night person?</b><br />It depends on who I'm with. If I'm with Whaleton, then we go to bed rather early (at least for me) and then wake up early and make breakfast. Normally? Totally a night owl.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>If you have friends coming over, what would you cook?</b><br />Well obviously it would depend on when and why they were coming over, but if it was just to relax and watch movies and stuff, I would make these amazing rice krispie treats that have double the butter and the butter is browned and all the marshmallows are browned too and it's HEAVENLY.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>If you could travel back through time, what single mistake would you correct in life?</b><br />Hmmmm....So many... I couldn't choose.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 17px;"><b>Where do you see yourself in five years time?</b><br />Let's say for the sake of argument that I'm 16 now, I'd be 21 and probably still in college and hopefully in a meaningful relationship.</span></li>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">And there we have it! In case you want to do this tag, here are the list of questions to make it easier for you.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">Do you believe in love at first sight?</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">If you won a lottery, how would you spend your millions?</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">Which was the first crush you ever had?</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;">You have got six months to live, what will you do first?</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I really recommend doing this because it's actually pretty insightful.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In other words...</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">DO IT.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">DO IT NOW.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kat<br />*And by deathly ill I mean I have a cold.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh and yes, I did update my blog by just putting new font and a new picture of books behind it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cause that's how I roll.</span></span></div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-75993905742887438702015-03-17T23:16:00.001-06:002015-03-17T23:16:25.046-06:00Texts I sent Whaleton while watching Twilight.I decided that I need to waste two hours of my life and watch Twilight.<br />
Bit of backstory: most of my family is at co-op which means that I had to stay downstairs with the youngest kids who stayed home because that are sick. My dad is also home and in the same room as me as I watch Twilight. He, needless to say, didn't know I was watching Twilight and I wasn't exactly hiding it, but just not broadcasting my evil doings.<br />
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As I began I decided to bombard Whaleton with texts about the movie and I have edited them for *ahem* viewing purposes.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">ME: I'm watching Twilight because I'm bored and I'm going to send you updates.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK So, so far all Bella says is "Uh...oh....ummm...humm....gahhh....ahhhh."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">And there is definitely tension between Bella and Edward, but like awkward tension, not romantic.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">And Edward is really awkward</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">but like kinda gorgeous</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I may have standards, but I'm not blind.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK so like how does no one question why the Cullens aRE SO PALE</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">WHY IS EVERYONE SO AWKWARD</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">LIKE WHAT'S UP IS THERE SOMETHING IN THE DRINKING WATER.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">God he is so rude,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">like just slap him already Bella.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK Edward just saved her from potential rapists</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">"You don't know what they were thinking."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I'M PRETTY SURE SHE KNOWS WHAT THEY WERE THINKING</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">THEY WEREN'T GOING TO INVITE HER TO A TEA PARTY.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">IS IT WEIRD I MIGHT BE GETTING A LITTLE INTO THIS</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">LIKE HE ASKS HER TO DINNER AND I'M LIKE "OOHHHHHHH FINALLY."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK he's kinda cute</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">KINDA</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella is still a terrible character</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I JUST REALIZED THAT I'M DRINKING RED CRANBERRY JUICE WHILE I'M WATCHING A MOVIE ABOUT VAMPIRES</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">GOD NO WHAT AM I DOING</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">STOP GETTING INTO THIS CATHERINE</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Doctor: He was killed by an.....animal attack *looks at Edward knowingly*</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella: Oh my god, is it the same animal that killed that other guy?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Doctor: Most likely *looks at Edward*</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella: Oh my god, I can't believe it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Doctor: I know *looks at Edward*</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">SUBTLE DUDE REAL SUBTLE</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">SO SHE FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Ok so Edward has some awesome coats.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">random fact</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">but totally true</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Did....did they just SKIP SCHOOL?!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO GET INTO VAMPIRE COLLEGE IF YOU SKIP SCHOOL.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">God, I hate teenagers....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK the cinematography of this movie is terrible</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">VAMPIRE FINALLY SHE SAID IT HE IS A VAMPIRE</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">"are you afraid?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">"no"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">You're an idiot Bella</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">AND NOW HE IS RUNNING SUPER FAST WITH HER ON HIS BACK</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I HATE THIS MOVIE</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">*Edward shows sparkly skin*</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella: You're beautiful.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Me out loud: Oh God why.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I may have forgotten to mention that I'm watching it downstairs in the same room as my dad so say "Oh God why." out loud is not a good idea</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Edward: I've killed people.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella: It doesn't matter.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Me OUT LOUD AGAIN: IT KINDA DOES MATTER.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Dad is getting suspicious....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Bella: I'm not afraid of you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Edward: You blind bitch? I a killa.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">GHETTO TWILIGHT I NEED IT IN MY LIFE NOW</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I JUST REALIZED THAT EDWARD HAS NICHOLAS' SMILE. YOUR NICHOLAS HAS A VAMPIRE SMILE.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">YOU MUST KILL HIM WITH FIRE NOW, WE HAVE PROOF THAT HE IS VAMPIRE BECAUSE HE HAS A SMILE LIKE ONE.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I THINK I'M ON TEAM JACOB</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">CAUSE JACOB IS SERIOUSLY CUTE TOO</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">AND HE IS LIKE MORE NORMAL</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">The effects are terrible.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK that's it. I'm halfway done and I'm giving up until later. This movie will be the death of me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;"><b>TWO HOURS LATER</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Started it up again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK so Bella's vegetarian diet is annoying me, SHE COULD HAVE STEAK FOR GOD'S SAKE BUT INSTEAD SHE HAS A SALAD?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OK he is leaning in</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">is he going to kiss her or eat her</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I will let you know</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">kissing apparently</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">and the worst kiss of all time too</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I can hear their mouths squishing</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Yeah so telling your dad you are dating a guy while he is cleaning a gun is not a good idea</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OMG HE COCKED HIS GUN AND SAID "BRING HIM IN" HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS GUY</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">BEST CHARACTER</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">SO she is not at all creeped out by the words "You are my life now."?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">As the minutes go by Bella gets stupider and stupider</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">WHOA THIS ENDING THO</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">When your vampire boyfriend tells you to leave.....YOU LEAVE FOR GOD SAKES</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">Also why does no one ever use the more traditional methods of killing vampires what happened there.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">EVEN THOUGH EDWARD HAS LIVED FOR LIKE 700 YEARS HE APPARENTLY NEVER LEARNED TO KISS.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">TOO MUCH SQUISHING.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">BELLA HAS THE BEST DAD EVER</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OHHHHHH TENSION BETWEEN EDWARD AND JACOB</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">BELLA'S DRESS JUST CHANGED COLORS BETWEEN SCENES</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">This movie has ruined "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" for me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">This movie has ruined a lot of things for me</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">LIKE RELATIONSHIPS</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">OH JUST KISS ALREADY</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">THE SEXUAL TENSION IS KILLING ME</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">FINALLY</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">ANNNNNNND EDWARD STILL CAN'T KISS PROPERLY.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">IF I CAN HEAR YOUR MOUTHS SMACK, IT'S NOT A GOOD SIGN.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">THIS MOVIE WAS DIRECTED BY A CATHERINE.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">YOU, MA'AM RUIN THE GOOD NAMES OF CATHERINES.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">I'm just going to go burn my eyes out now</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">and then write a blog post about this</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6000003814697px;">thanks for being my guinea pig.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And that's what happened. I was going to write a review, but I was too laz- *ahem* busy. I was too busy. Yeah, that works. Too busy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kat.</span></div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-2287148568178511702015-03-17T22:49:00.000-06:002015-03-17T22:49:02.851-06:00St. Patrick's Day.Firstly I want to apologize for not blogging in FOREVER.<br />
Things have been busy.<br />
Which really means I have recently discovered computer games and have become obsessed.<br />
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Anyway, today is St. Patrick's Day just in case you haven't noticed the drunk people running around wearing shirts that say "KISS ME I'M IRISH."<br />
And as a wee lassie with Irish blood coursing through her veins, I have a few problems with this holiday.<br />
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<b>FIRSTLY</b>, THE STUPID PINCHING THING. If I didn't have green sweatpants that I sleep in, this morning would have consisted of people pinching me and me punching them back. Seriously guys, cool it with the green. It's stupid and juvenile to look for an excuse to pinch someone in the colors of clothes that they wear.<br />
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<b>SECONDLY, </b>THE GREEN FOOD. Green is not an appetizing color. There is a reason that Sam I Am had to convince that guy in the weird hat to eat green eggs and ham. It's just plain weird. So please stop dying everything green. My food thanks you.<br />
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<b>THIRDLY, </b>JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE IRISH DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GET STUPIDLY DRUNK. For some reason, Irish people think that they have a get-out-of-drunk-jail-free card on St. Patrick's Day and they take advantage of this.<br />
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All that being said, I had a pretty nice St. Patrick's Day. I went to this party that some friends of my parents throw every year and we all sat around a fire and sang Irish songs and sipped beer in their case and ginger ale in mine. And I just got home at like 11:30. Which is UNHEARD of for a homeschooler. It was also Sharkie's birthday today and I know Whaleton spent a lot of time making it a great day for her.<br />
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Cheers!<br />
KatKit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-27411414085950983802015-03-04T15:23:00.001-06:002015-03-04T15:23:31.592-06:00Mythbusters: Extroverts EditionBecause I did an introverts version, I felt like I had to do an extroverts version as well for the equality of the 'troverts.<br />
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I have to say, I feel bad for extroverts. Not for actually <i>being</i> extroverts, I kinda wish I was one because it would make going to parties much easier. No, I feel bad because they get a bad rap. Allow me to illustrate....<br />
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And if you Google "Extroverts are" some of the results are:</div>
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<b>Extroverts are annoying</b></div>
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Seems like the stereotypes for both extroverts and introverts are blown out of proportion. I wonder what would happen if we just excepted everyone as who they are and not try to put them in a box....</div>
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Pshhhh... That will never happen. I'm an idiot for even thinking of it. Moving on.</div>
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Because I am not an extrovert, I Googled "extrovert myths" and asked some close extrovert friends what is the hardest part about being an extrovert.</div>
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And the results are in.....</div>
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<b>MYTH 1 </b>"Extroverts can't be alone."</div>
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Again, extroverts are just people who gain energy from being around other people. This doesn't mean that they can't be alone. Everyone needs to be alone sometimes, the extrovert included. Just because they want to spend time with people and this makes then energetic and happy, doesn't mean that it's physically impossible for them to be alone.</div>
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<b>MYTH 2</b> "All extroverts are outgoing."<br />
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Again this all boils down to understanding that extroverts feel energetic around people. They are natural performers. This DOESN'T mean that they are always outgoing or even are outgoing at all. You can love being in a crowd without loving talking to the crowd.</div>
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<b>MYTH 3 </b>"Extroverts don't have feelings."<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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HAHAHAHA. No. Go sit in your room and think about what you just said.</div>
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<b>MYTH 4 </b>"Extroverts are self absorbed."</div>
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I'm sorry...WHAT?</div>
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I'm just gonna pretend like I didn't hear this because honestly this shocked me when I was told that this is an actual problem that extroverts have. You WISH you had their confidence in public places.</div>
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<b>MYTH 5</b> "Extroverts need introverts and introverts don't need extroverts."</div>
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Extroverts need introverts and introverts need extroverts. We all need each other. Unless you're Batman. Then you don't need anybody. Especially parents. Was that going too far?</div>
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<br /><b>MYTH 6</b> "Extroverts have endless energy when around people."</div>
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Everyone needs sleep. Extroverts included.</div>
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Well I hope I cleared up some of the <i>extrovert </i>myths. Seriously guys.... Just stop with the whole "assumptions" thing. And as Ellen DeGeneres says, “You should never assume. You know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me because that's how it's spelled."</div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-14639319229123834162015-03-01T17:28:00.001-06:002015-03-01T17:28:42.932-06:00Mythbusters: Introvert EditionI think it's fair to say that there is something of an introvert craze that is sweeping the internet. I have seen countless articles, posts and whateveryoucallbuzzfeedthingys that support this hypotenuse. (Really just Buzzfeed things, I'm kinda addicted to it.)<br />
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<b>Example A:</b> <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/erinlarosa/problems-only-introverts-will-understand#.owzNmQ3qa">27 Problems Only Introverts Will Understand</a></div>
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<b>Example B:</b> <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/juliapugachevsky/times-tumblr-told-the-truth-about-being-an-introvert#.tdk3B87xJ">23 Times Tumblr Told The Truth About Being An Introvert</a> (3, 9, 14 are ridiculously accurate though.)</div>
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<b>Example C:</b> <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/sararubin/9-things-introverts-secretly-love#.ivaOly4KB">9 Things Introverts Secretly Love</a></div>
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<b>Example D:</b> <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/laraparker/21-things-that-will-never-make-sense-to-introverts#.prdol4qnW">21 Things That Will Never Make Sense To Introverts</a></div>
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I could go on....</div>
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The point is, introverts are "in." And as a person who VERY much identifies as an introvert, there are a few things that I would like to clear up.</div>
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<b>MYTH 1 </b>"Introverts don't like people."</div>
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Yeah no. This isn't true at all and in fact it's a pretty rude assumption. Introverts get energy by being alone. They recharge their batteries when sitting in their rooms all alone reading, tumblring, sipping tea, and thinking. This doesn't mean they don't like people! While it's true that some introverts are the kind that just seriously don't like people, in general introverts can be friendly and very good friends because of their sensitive and empathetic disposition.<br />
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<b>MYTH 2 </b>"Introverts don't like going to parties and other social events."<br />
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I, for one, love parties and other social events and it kinda hurts when people plan things and then don't invite me and then I see tons of pictures all over social media and they can't stop talking about it. As hard as it may be for you to understand, sometimes I really can't make it to a party because of other things! I'm not making excuses! There is one thing though, introverts don't tend to go to parties unless there are at least 4 of their friends. If they go to a party where they know like one or two people that means that they are really committed to someone at said party. Or there are going to be cute boys because I mean, c'mon! We are shy, not asexual!<br />
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<b>MYTH 3</b> "Introverts are depressed."<br />
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Again this is just completely untrue. Depression isn't a thing that you "develop", its medical issue. It affect extroverts and introverts alike.<br />
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<b>MYTH 4 </b>"Introverts always want to be alone."<br />
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So this one is true and false. While we like to be alone for long periods of time, this doesn't mean that mean that we like to be alone all the time. I for one, love it when people reach out to spend time with me.<br />
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<b>MYTH 5 "</b>Introverts don't like talking."<br />
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Sometimes this is true. But again, we just like alone time to recharge, not to completely avoid people. I don't like talking when there are a lot of other people in the conversation because I feel awkward. But get me alone and I can't stop talking.<br />
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I hope I've cleared up any myths and misconceptions about introverts.<br />
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Cheers!<br />Kat</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-54333132473398022752015-02-22T19:35:00.000-06:002015-02-22T19:35:28.061-06:00Depression.<div>
Okay....<br />
Here I go....<br />
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Recently I was discussing depression with a friend and he described it as "a malady of our own making."<br />
Uh....no.<br />
This really stuck a chord with me because I suffer from depression and sometimes it astonishes me how little people actually know about it.<br />
ITS AN ACTUAL MEDICAL PROBLEM.<br />
THERE IS SCIENCE BEHIND IT AND EVERYTHING.<br />
ITS NOT JUST BEING SAD.<br />
ITS NOT JUST BEING UPSET A FEW TIMES.<br />
ITS ABOUT A DEEP DEEP PIT OF DESPAIR.<br />
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Almost every night I would break down into tears. There wasn't even really a reason for it! Depression is such a strange thing. I recently described it to a friend as a magnifying glass: it makes the small things much, much bigger. The feeling of utter loneliness that I had all the time was unbearable. It started with just wrestling with my thoughts until my thoughts became demons. Demons that would haunt me late into the night. I stopped eating. I shielded myself from other people. I hid in my room and when I went out I just smiled and nodded. It became so hard to go on that suicide became a regular thought that crossed my mind. I didn't tell anyone because I thought if I did, it would reinforce the idea that this was all for attention. I did get better, mostly because I was finally realizing that my life was worth living and I had many amazing things to look forward to.</div>
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I guess the point I'm trying to make is that depression is a real thing. Its not a "phase", its a serious medical condition. Its not something that you make for yourself, its not even something you have to deal with on your own! I dealt with depression on my own because I was afraid to tell anyone, I was afraid that they would tell me that what I was feeling was normal teenage stuff and that I would get over it. I didn't want anyone to belittle the pain that I went through because after all of the pain and the tears and the demons...It made me stronger. So much stronger. </div>
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I'm so much more happy now. Because I learned to love myself.</div>
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I still "wrestle with my demons" quite frequently and I've had relapses of depression. I still shield myself from people and things that can hurt me, but its because in a way depression broke me.</div>
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And I'm still healing.</div>
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Because that was such a downer post, here is a funny gif for you.<br />
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-50481560019094615362015-02-15T23:21:00.002-06:002015-02-15T23:21:58.935-06:00Fangirl: A ReviewI have tried for the past week to write a review, but I realized something: I can't write reviews. I can easily imagine everything in my mind and if I was discussing it with someone I could remember everything and every thought I had while reading it. But I can't organize my thoughts on a post.<br />
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So in three words: It was good.<br />
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Not GREAT, but definitely not terrible. All the characters were well formed and the plot wasn't completely predictable.<br />
So I suggest you read it. And maybe if you, dear reader, have a blog you should write a review and you can do it justice.<br />
One thing I would have enjoyed: LESS CURSING. I don't mind it as much for myself, but I'm constantly worried that my mom is going to pick it up, flip through it and then I will never be allowed to buy another book again.<br />
And it wasn't even necessary to curse every page! But again, I'm just a wee homeschooled lass.<br />
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Cheers!<br />
KatKit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-83348331696314182842015-02-13T22:45:00.001-06:002015-02-18T10:24:06.575-06:00The gods decide to punish me.So a few days ago I posted a blog post about how I disliked Valentine's Day. And the gods apparently were displeased and they have decided to punish me by giving me THE MOST DRAMA FILLED WEEK AND A HALF OF ALL TIME. I wish I was joking.<br />
Let me recount my week for you.<br />
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It started when a friend of mine, lets call him Ted, was telling me how he had a crush on this girl named...um, Lexi. Now I ship Ted and Lexi, and I was so excited to hear this. And then he told me that he had told her his feelings OVER A TEXT MESSAGE and she had rejected him. Ouch. Anyway. That happened. And guess who was left picking up the pieces of Ted's heart? (I exaggerate, but seriously....)<br />
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Next, my mom's best friend and her two sons came and stayed with us for a week. Now my sister Mary has been pen pals with one of the boys (lets call him Jess) and I ship THEM TOO. Anyway while they were here, Mimi and I kept embarrassing Mary by playing "Kiss The Girl" in the background, making sure they sat next to each other and keeping the other kids busy so they could have special "'chothers" time (NO IT'S NOT DIRTY, IT MEANS SPECIAL TOGETHER TIME. SHEESH.) On the last night of the visit, we were all going to sit down watching a movie and so Mimi, Mary and Jess sat down on the couch in that order. But even though they were sitting right next to each other, it wasn't close enough for Mimi. So she politely asked me if I wanted to sit on the couch (so that Mary and Jess would be squished even closer together.) Me, being the idiot I am, was like, no thanks I'll just sit over here and eat cake. Then Mimi pulled out the death glare...and within five seconds I was seated next to Mimi, who happily scooted close to Mary to make room for me causing Mary to sit closer to Jess, thus fulfilling Mimi's plan. Three quarters of the way through the movie, Mimi nearly breaks my ribs by "nudging me" and gestures with her heard over at Mary and Jess. AND MARY HAS HER HEAD ON JESS'S ARM.<br />
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On Sunday night, Ted, (see above) told me he has a crush on me. THAT HAPPENED.<br />
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Whaleton has been accounting a ton of drama on her end and I'm just overwhelmed by it all. In fact Whaleton should make a blog post about all the drama on her part.<br />
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Now that I look back it's only like three things that made it a dramatic week, but it felt like a million things. I'm not used to drama!! I'm a wee homeschooled lass!<br />
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KatKit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-57528475175813136302015-02-12T23:39:00.000-06:002015-02-18T10:24:23.871-06:00My First Time Doing Random ThingsSo I was binge watching my new YouTube crush, danisnotonfire, and I came upon a video called My First Time. Now I had heard of the "My First Time" thing, essentially it's the first time you did random crap, so I decided to do it for my blog. (Mostly because I'm completely out of ideas on what to do and it's only 10:30 pm.)<br />
So here it is.....<br />
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<b>Was Kissed</b></div>
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It...hasn't happened yet.</div>
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<b>Went on a Date.</b><br />
So what exactly constitutes a date? What if you went out to dinner with a guy friend and he ended up insisting to pay for you and then when you walk out of the restaurant he held your hand and when he dropped you off he kissed your cheek? Would that count as a date? Yes, you say? Okay well that doesn't help me cause it's never happened to me. </div>
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<b>Actually Spoke REAL Words.</b></div>
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Can we all just agree that Mama and Dada DON'T COUNT. I mean as soon as we pop out of our mom's womb we are constantly being prodded to say Mama and Dada. CONSTANTLY. So disregarding Mama and Dada, my first word was "kitty cat" (I think, the story changes a lot.) And yes I know it's actually TWO words, but in my mind they are just one word. AND DON'T BELITTLE BABY ME. NOBODY PUTS BABY (ME) IN A CORNER.</div>
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<b>Had a Crush.</b></div>
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Zack Dontrememberhislastname. He was the bad boy of the Christian Saturday Play Date Group. He was also blonde.</div>
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<b>Nearly Died.</b></div>
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I got into a fight. I used to get in fights with Play Group kids every once and a while. I have a strong sense of justice and a thirst for violence. This jerk pulled a girl's hair and I didn't take that crap from anyone. So naturally I punched him. He pushed me down and my head missed this huge rock by like an inch. I don't remember what happened after that. I like to think I kicked his butt, but I have no way of knowing this.</div>
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<b>Had a Memory I can still remember.</b><br />
I've actually been think about this a lot lately and a lot of random memories have resurfaced. But maybe my earliest was from when I still lived in Boston with my parents in my grandparents attic. I used to come down every morning and have raisin cinnamon toast with my granddad while he read the paper. I remember my toast being really dry because I was only allowed a tiny amount of butter.</div>
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<b>I Got an Album.</b></div>
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Noel by Josh Groban. It was a gift after I had finished a solo for church.</div>
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<b>Used the Internet.</b><br />
I was obsessed with Webkinz when I was little. I checked my account recently and it's going to become inactive due to the lack of new pets on Valentine's Day. A small part of me will die that day....</div>
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<b>Got a Stuffed Animal.</b></div>
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Kitty, a brown beanie baby that I still have to this day.</div>
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<b>Bought a Book.</b></div>
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First book I bought-Grimm's Fairy Tales, illustrated.</div>
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<b>Had a Friend.</b></div>
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In all honestly it was Whaleton. We spent a lot of time together when we were babies because our parents lived closer to each other. After Whaleton, my sister Mary. We were all total drama queens, I don't know how our parents put up with us.</div>
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Cheers!</div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-31635947697158354752015-02-10T21:33:00.001-06:002015-02-18T10:24:37.699-06:00Blog Challenge Day 31: Why I blog.So I kinda suck at blogging. Fact.<br />
For example, my writing has become increasingly spastic and I almost never get the blog challenges out on time, but the good news is.....NO ONE CARES!!<br />
(That was about as close to an apology as you are going to get.)<br />
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The reason I started blogging was, of course, Whaleton.<br />
But the reason I keep doing it is for me. Sure, in the back of my mind, I have the hope that one day I will become famous for my HILARIOUS blog and I'll meet tons of cool people and maybe make at least enough money where I won't hate myself every time I buy a Starbucks. But I blog because it's fun for me. I love the outlet to complain and express my feelings and while I admit this blog should be entitled "The Blog of the Passive Aggressive Queen'" I USUALLY don't post anything I regret and often am very proud of my posts.<br />
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So, like everything else in my life, this blog is all about MEEEEEEE.<br />
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KatKit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-42743033365985770152015-02-08T23:30:00.000-06:002015-02-08T23:30:10.502-06:00Blog Challenge Day 30: What is in my make up bag.My make up bag is just a ton of chapstick in a bag. There is some concealer and an eye liner pencil, but yeah, that's it.<br />
So I'm changing it up! Again...<br />
But seriously, Miss Emma Lee Hughes or BoyBoyAndMe or whatever, I agree with Quesbo. You are a forgetful and insensitive jerk. Just because YOU have a make up bag doesn't mean the rest of us do. But maybe you were trying to cater to the majority and I respect that, but not enough to not tear your Blog Challenge apart.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">What is on my bedside table </span></b><br />
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<li style="text-align: left;"> <b>A lamp.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>A box of tissues.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>A clock/radio/phone/alarm</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Neil Gaiman's Unnatural Creatures</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Polybius's Histories</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>My glasses</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>A tiny envelope that says Catherine and holds a key to the TARDIS. (I ain't even joking.)</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>An empty bowl that once held ice cream :(</b></li>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-73743936622136766802015-02-08T23:17:00.000-06:002015-02-08T23:17:10.659-06:00Blog Challenge Day 28: Yes, I skipped it.And no it wasn't on purpose. I just can't count. I'm a homeschooler, what did you expect?!<br />
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Anyway Blog Challenge Day 28 is "What do you look forward to?"</div>
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I look forward to sending Whaleton's package to her. I'm quite pleased with it.<br />
I look forward to receiving my package from Whaleton. </div>
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I look forward to Valentine's Day for nothing else but the chocolate.</div>
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I look forward to the weekend. (It's the weekend now and I STILL can't wait for next weekend.)<br />
I look forward to a new Agent Carter episode this week.<br />
*More long term things*<br />
I look forward to my birthday because I'm a narcissist and I love my birthday WAY too much. (Seriously. It's true.)<br />
I look forward to finishing school and maybe visiting Whaleton in Savannah for the summer. Or visa versa.<br />
I look forward to <i>maybe</i> getting a job at Barnes and Noble.<br />
And I look forward to going to Choir Camp for the third year and seeing all my friends again.<br />
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There we have it.<br />
I'm sorry I can't count.<br />Kat<br />
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-57148973666603385512015-02-07T11:07:00.000-06:002015-02-18T10:25:20.313-06:00Valentine's DaySo Valentine's Day is around the corner (I actually don't remember when it is exactly, I should probably look that up....) Anyway, usually I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Not because it's like Singles Awareness Day or something, but because of the whole premise of that day.<br />
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True or false statement?<br />
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"Valentine's Day is a day where you show the person you love that you love them by buying them chocolate and flowers and doing romantic things."<br />
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I'll answer for you.<br />
True.<br />
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Which, when you think about, is stupid. If you love someone then you should show them everyday out of the year, not just on a designated day.<br />
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But that said, I get it.<br />
Valentine's Day is a day were you show your love with a little something extra. A card. Flowers. I get it. Maybe I'm just a bitter single person.<br />
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But, on this topic, I have an announcement.<br />
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I HAVE A VALENTINE THIS YEAR!!<br />
Whaleton!<br />
We have decided to send each other boxes of Valentine's stuff this year.<br />
What did you say?<br />
No it's not weird, Valentines don't have to be based on romantic love. This is the 21st century, we can do whatever we want.<br />
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So anyway I thought I'd talk a little about what makes Valentine's Day great and what makes it...not so great.<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;"><b>CHOCOLATE</b>. No more words are needed.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>The after Valentine's Day sales.</b> CHEAP CHOCOLATE.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Girls' Valentine's Day. </b>I often bake cookies, go shopping and do other girly things with my girl friends around Valentine's day.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Valentines. </b>No matter what you say, getting a Valentine's Day card is awesome. It means that someone cares enough to make you a card (because homemade cards are the only ones that REALLY count) and that means they are awesome. And you should hug them. Even if you don't like hugs (like me.) Because they are awesome.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Heart-Shaped Everything.</b> Because it's cute.</li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>NOT SO GREAT</b></span></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><b>All the freaking couples making out. </b>I get it, it's a romantic day. But please go to a private room BEFORE you try to eat each other's faces. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Every restaurant is packed. </b>You want to go out with your girl friends? Forget about it.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>PINK, PINK EVERYWHERE.</b> Pink is an okay color as it is, but when you have it all over everything it gets old</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>No one knows what Valentine's Day really means. </b>LOOK IT UP PEOPLE </li>
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And just because Whaleton is bugging me to do this....</div>
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<b>MY FAVORITE VALENTINE'S DAY TREATS</b><br />
Chocolate. That's it really. Reese's and Kit Kats are great, but just chocolate. Chocolate is life.</div>
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So over all Valentine's Day can be awesome, but usually isn't. The chocolate saves it though.</div>
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Kat</div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-71538457539933573272015-02-05T13:44:00.000-06:002015-02-18T10:25:34.519-06:00Blog Challenge Day 29: Places I've traveled to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I don't do a whole lot of traveling, but over my 15 (almost 16) years of life I have traveled around a bit. I assume they mean like Paris and stuff, so sorry to disappoint but every where I have visited is in North America.</div>
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But because I can't leave you hanging like that....</div>
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PRESENT TIME!!!!</div>
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This video had me actually laughing. Like, not just breathing air out through my nose, but really laughing.</div>
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It's also kinda scary how accurate this describes me and Whaleton....<br />
Not just with boys and stuff, but with literally every word anyone ever says.</div>
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Kat.</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-15074146100124771612015-02-04T09:23:00.001-06:002015-02-04T09:23:21.306-06:00Blog Challenge Day 27: Favorite Recipe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="text-align: left;">Boil water.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Put tea bag in cup</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Pour boiling water in said cup.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Let steep for three minutes</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Add sugar and milk.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Enjoy!</li>
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Kat</div>
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-81854818924786155892015-02-04T09:20:00.000-06:002015-02-04T09:20:26.092-06:00Blog Challenge Day 26: An old photo of you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is Whaleton and me in 2001-ish.</div>
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PSSST WHALETON. Feel free to just copy and paste this one onto your blog.</div>
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Kat.</div>
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PS. I'm way behind on challenges so expect kind of a lot to day!</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-43170539647408962542015-02-04T00:16:00.000-06:002015-02-04T00:16:18.474-06:00Thoughts while procrastinatingOkay. I've spent all day cleaning and getting the boring stuff out of the way.<br />
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Now all I have to do is write ONE paper and take ONE test.</div>
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Its simple.</div>
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I can handle this.<br />
Wellllll....I've worked ALL day so I might as well take a break by writing a blog post (<a href="http://awhovianheart.blogspot.com/2015/02/blog-challenge-day-25-favorite-youtubers.html">link here</a>)<br />
Wow...There are so many IISuperwomanII videos I haven't seen.<br />
Well just one more.<br />
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Oh she did a collab with Connor Franta.<br />
I'll just watch that one and then I'm done.<br />
Oh Connor Franta has a vlog about procrastinating.<br />
Better watch that.<br />
Oh look a procrastinating video by danisnotonfire.<br />
He's right. I should get my work done.<br />
NAH.<br />
I'll finish my blog post first.<br />
Well I have to do "research" on the YouTubers before I put them in my blog.<br />
Just a few more.<br />
Ok now I'm getting my paper done.<br />
Its just one paper and one test.<br />
I can do this.<br />
Well....Now I need to respond to Edward's chats.....<br />
Okay real quick.<br />
Done.<br />
Oh, but what about that email Frankie sent me?<br />
Okay REAL quick.<br />
Okay....done.<br />
Uhhhhh...What about the NHS email Christopher sent me? (Don't mind me. Just causally name dropping, no biggie.)<br />
FINALLY DONE.<br />
Now the test.<br />
*I ACTUALLY DID THE TEST*<br />
*SENT IN THE TEST*<br />
Well that's enough work for one evening. I can do the paper tomorrow.<br />
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Kat.</div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11499176664742327572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755134855079275550.post-62063485355971121652015-02-03T23:14:00.000-06:002015-02-04T16:14:14.053-06:00Blog Challenge Day 25: Favorite YouTubersSo the original challenge was Favorite Blogs, but I really don't read blogs. I know....<br />
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I'm a blogger and I don't read blogs. Mostly its because I do think that blogs are not the most effective source of entertainment and really the only reason I blog is for me. Its not to entertain other people. Its for me to get ideas and thoughts down on (digital) paper and its like a diary. So I changed the challenge to Favorite YouTubers.</div>
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I am an avid YouTube watcher. I have explored every inch of the website from awesome and hilarious material to stuff that makes me want poke out my eyes, impale them on sticks, and roast them over a fire. SCARRED FOR LIFE, I'M TELLING YOU. SCARRED. FOR. LIFE.</div>
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Anyway.</div>
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Here is a list of my favorite YouTubers.</div>
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(This is in no particular order.)</div>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/IISuperwomanII/featured" style="font-weight: bold;">IISuperwomanII</a><br />I am addicted to IISuperwomanII right now. Her crazy energy and hilarious videos are awesome when you need a pick me up. I especially love her <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRFbtcXBd0A">White Girls vs Brown Girls </a></b>video.</span></li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/tyleroakley" style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler Oakley </a><br />THIS GUY THO. You can't help but laughing when he laughs. ITS INFECTIOUS. </li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/TroyeSivan18" style="font-weight: bold;">Troye Sivan</a><br />"OTP" is the story of my life.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/danisnotonfire" style="font-weight: bold;">danisnotonfire</a><br />Classic British YouTuber. Awesome, great hair, really cute, hilarious and a huge variety of videos.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/beckie0" style="font-weight: bold;">Beckie0</a><br />Beckie is an inspiration to everyone and everything.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/rhettandlink2" style="font-weight: bold;">Good Mythical Morning</a><br />Every morning: wake up, make tea, watch Good Mythical Morning.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/JakeDunsbridge" style="font-weight: bold;">Jake Dudman</a><br />If I had to chose one YouTuber to watch for the rest of my life...JAKE DUDMAN. *dreamy sigh*</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/blimeycow" style="font-weight: bold;">Blimey Cow</a><br />One of the first YouTubers I started to watch consistantly.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/pondeleven" style="font-weight: bold;">pondeleven</a><br />THE BEST WHOUFFLE VIDEOS EVER.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/buzzfeedviolet" style="font-weight: bold;">BuzzfeedViolet</a><br />Just watch them and you will understand.<br /><br /><br /><b>UPDATE</b></li>
<li><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/AwkwardTurtleFilm" style="font-weight: bold;">N. Orosco</a><br />There. Happy, Nicolas?</li>
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Cheers!<br />
Kat.</div>
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