How Procrastination Saved Me $100

We'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 responsible teen.)

But today was an anomaly. I actually saved money by procrastinating.
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.

That's right. I saved money on plane tickets. And I'm BRAGGING ABOUT IT. How typically adult-like.

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?!

Hint: A LOT OF BOOKS

And where are these plane tickets to, you ask?
To Auburn, to party it up with Margot.
Well, really to help her move, but there are going to be parties involved.

So, in conclusion, PROCRASTINATION CAN BE GOOD.

Don't tell your parents I said that.

Kat

Why I can never be a Disney Princess

I 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."

So here we have a look at the basic talents of a Disney Princess and how I stack up to them

1. Talking to animals.
   
   
   
   Literally every Disney princess has this in some shape or form. Even Mulan talks to Mushu!
   
   Me: 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.
   
2. The ability to remain hopeful all the time.
   
   
   

   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.)
   
   Me: Yeah nope.
   
3. Going after what you want.

   
   

   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.
   
   Me: 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 will get that ice cream.
   
4. Having the voice of an angel.
   

   
   

   Does this one really need explaining?
   
   Me: 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.
   
5. Connecting with Nature.
   

   
   

   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!
   
   Me: HAHA no.
   
6. Natural Grace.
   

   
   

   Disney Princesses: They always do everything with absolute grace and daintiness (random note: doesn't the word "daintiness" LOOK dainty?)
   
   Me: The one time I tried to be dainty, I ended up bruising my hip and leg.
   
7. Crying Prettily.
   Here are a few examples:
   

   

   

   

   
   
   

   Me: 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.)

So those are a few reasons why I can't be a Disney Princess. Although... ikindawishiwasadisneyprincess.

What?

I said what?

Don't be preposterous.

Kat out. *drops mic*

A Very Happy Birthday to My Best Friend

Today is a monumental occasion. It's my bff's (a.k.a. Whaleton) sweet sixteen!!
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.

First of all: my relationship to Margot.

Margot is my best friend and cousin. Since birth we have been inseparable, as apparent in Exhibit A:

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.

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.

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 being. Being Margot Tucker.

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.

So don't go changing Margot.

You're my person. You will always be my person.

Kat

Apologizes, Poptarts, and Ghosts

So first....

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.)

But now I am completely alone! Which has lead to two things: Poptarts and Ghosts.
*ahem*
POPTARTS ARE QUITE LITERALLY THE BEST THING INVENTED SINCE THE INTERNET.
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.

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.")
The one huge downside is....ghosts. Let me recap for you the ghosts I've run into the past few days.

1. The ghost who swings the hammock when there is not a hint of a breeze.
2. 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.
3. 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.)
4. The ghost who keeps logging me out of the Wii Netflix. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
5. 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.)

So as you can see I'm doing perfectly fine.

Kat

PS. If you know a good exorcist, let me know.