More Procrastination with a Side of Stumble Upon, Please

Ignore the fact that I have research at 11:30, a test at 2, a paper due by 5 and another paper due tomrrow morning. No, just ignore it. Because I can't.

Today is one of those days where you wake up feeling one simple, syllable emotion: Fucked. Luckily, I have found that there are some great ways of getting around this ever so undelighted fucked feeling.

-Stumble Upon. If you have not stumbled yet, go do it now. You really won't regret it. Some favorite I have stumbled on are virtual Pollock-ing and "10 Ways the Next 10 years will be awesome." And all those cute pictures of baby animals that seem to frequent my stumbles.

-Dream of homes I will never have. Unless I find sugar daddy. Then I can finally have my wood panelled mansh in Rhode Island and my hacienda villa in California. Ahh, a girl can dream. Or at least spend hours on realtor.com.

-Complain to somebody about how much work you have. It doesn't really matter who you complain to. No one is actually listening anyways.

-Sudoku. Thank you, Daily Orange. For your adequate journalistic coverage of Kid Cudi's new album and for awarding me my daily Sudoku fix. It appears this world is not all evil.

-Look at The Knot, The Nest, The Bump. Am I the only girl in the world who is a sucker for all things domestic? I mean, I can't be. That's what the 50's were all about, right? But how much fun are these sites!!

-Stare at the snow. Because at this rate, it's the only thing outside to stare at.

-While snow-staring (snastaring!)- one also might to make themselves a nice hot cup of cocoa and some oatmeal. Mostly just because that might be all that one may or may not have left in their kitchen cabinets.

-Update your blog.

-Keep updating it even though you have nothing else to say.

-Keep updating it even if you understand you will leave your readers unsatisfied and annoyed.

-Keep going.

-Do a nice arts and crafts project!

I am so fucked.

You Can't Call it a Pattern if it Only Happens Twice

You wish this was becoming a Daily Blog. Alas, it is not. I just had life news that I really wanted to share.

I'M PUBLISHED!

Well, it's only two of my poems in Verbal Seduction, Syracuse's literary magazine. But it's a start. I'll take it where I can get it. Most of the time.?

I like little achievements. Hopefully they mean bigger ones down the line.

For my Ginger

"There is no excuse not to write..."

I'm sure some famous author wrote that once, but really, who's keeping track?

Life has been... life. I have been busy as hell. Broke my leg. That was pretty damn dramatic. But thankfully, and unthankfully at the same time, I am nearing the end of my last fall semester here at Syracuse. This means a few things.

I have refused to accept the fact that some of my best friends are graduating this semester, or going abroad next. Though this refusal is cathartic at the time, I am worried for the moment it hits me next semester.

I have narrowed my career possibilities from 2 to 5. This seems like a step backwards. Current options include event planning, hotel management, human resources, special events coordination, and publishing. And potentially just fucking the world and going down to be a damn Disney Princess. I had so much fun last Halloween that its starting to seem like a potential life choice. This is what senior year is doing to me.

I am more thankful for things in my life than I ever have been before. Whether it would be my incredible, romantic boyfriend; my absolute best friends or my endlessly loving family- I am appreciative. And falling in love with all of them all over again. Bring it next semester.

Happy, Kath?

Retail Therapy

There is one thing I like more than complaining about money, and that is spending it. With finally a few dollars to play around with this summer, I did what any normal 20 year old with extra cash would do: I went shopping.

Now, I am a very tricky shopper. I inherited my mom's sense of "gotta have it NOW, try on everything, buy everything" along with my dad's "If you don't need it, you don't buy it" mentality. So I will shuffle around from store to store (In this case, the mall and Targeé), maniacally throwing clothing off of racks and into messy piles of haphazard hangers in my arms. I will then rush to the nearest fitting room, armed and loaded with the first batch. When I enter the fitting room, one of three things will happen:

1. I will try something on, admire it, weigh it's "How good does it make my ass look" compared to "How expensive it is" and develop a ratio. The process gets very complicated and mathematical here.

2. I will try something on and immediately obsess about all the ways it makes my tummy fat bulge. I will keep the garment on for about 2 minutes, stuck in my own head, and then throw it off into the not-in-a-million-goddamn-years pile.

3. I will fall in love. Hard.

50% if the time, it's number 1.

30% of the time, it's number 2.

10% of the time, it's number 3.

10% of the time, my boobs don't fit in it.

After returning all of the number 2's, I go out and see what else there is for me. During this time, I second-think the one's I'm not sure about. And though I am not proud to admit this, usually I will casually desert a good majority of them randomly about the store. Anyone who works in retail, feel free to hate me. My rationality behind this is as a caterer, I am constantly dealing with other people's rejects, and they don't even think twice about throwing away an empty beer bottle or a napkin. Why then, when I'm shopping, should I get rid of my own unwanted items? I know, I'm still an asshole. But whatever.

So after abandonning about 25% of my clothing in the home furnishing/men's wear/cosmetics departments, I head to the register. My pile drastically reduced, and my confidence level that much higher. I triumphantly swipe my barely used debit card through the machine. Ahh, life is good. I am a smart shopper.

Who perhaps needs therapy for the way I use retail therapy.

I Like Lists

10 Things You May Not Have Known About Me:

1. Only one thing shares my bed with me nightly- and that is Jazz, a stuffed animal horse I have had since I was about 5. Jazz is a girl, as demonstrated by the eyelashes I sharpie'd onto her eyelids. And I love her. Toy Story was a hard movie to get through.

2. I'm a god awful waitress, but I am a great caterer. This may seem strange, but trust me they are very different fields.

3. I'm living in Rhode Island after college. This is not a request. It is a demand.

4. The one thing I really miss about my ex boyfriend was that he used to buy me My Little Ponies on important holidays. I really, really like My Little Ponies.

5. Though I do think my current career goals are feasible, and may make me happy, I still really want to work for Us Weekly and report on celebrity gossip until the day I die.

6. theknot.com and thenest.com are two of my favorite websites. Yes, I am aware of how creepy this makes me sound.

7. I do not have a good head for hats.

8. I put off taking PSY 205 until senior year because I knew I would want to be a psych major after taking the class- and listening/counseling is more of a hobby to me than a career.

9. I am an obsessive phone pacer. If I'm talking, I'm walking.

10. This past year of college (and the preceding summer) was the best year of my life. Following accordingly, this summer has probably been one of the worst of my life. And by that I mean boring. And by that I mean I am doing a blog entry at 2 a.m. on a Saturday night/Friday morning. There you go.

popping The Question

12:47 a.m. July 12, 2010. I sit on my bed, laptop in its usual place on my lap- heating my legs up with its usual, familiar warmth. I sit here, thinking about the future.

Ah yes, she has begun. The inevitable phase of every college kid's blogging career where they discuss The Question and their potential answers to it. The Question, of course, is "What are you doing after school?" The strange thing is, I am starting to see answers materialize. I'm starting to make up the potential answers, which (shockingly) might not be bullshit.

I am starting to have a vision of some things that I want. I can see an apartment in Providence with my Red Jeep parallel parked outside. I can see a cute little Shar Pei puppy and a handsome boy greeting me as I walk in the door. Paying bills by doing catering jobs on the side, getting drinks at an outside bistro with friends, looking up recipes on my iPhone. I can see a Life.

And perhaps most importantly- I can see myself going down two potential career paths. I think I've realized that there are two that I could see myself being happy in- Publishing or Event Planning. Of course with my luck, I'll end up in neither, but let me go into detail.

Publishing has been a dream that started somewhere in journalism, tapered when I decided I wanted to be a shameless celebrity gossip columnist and then blossomed again when I became a writing major. Besides selfish aims of wanting to be a published author myself, I enjoy reading the work of my peers. And I can sift through pieces like a bloodhound on a trail I swear to you. So there's that. Then again, I have little patience for bad writing, so... there's that.

Event planning has a bit of a funnier back story. I've been catering and waitressing and all-things-food-ing since I was old enough to work. Easy money and free food. Bingo. But a strange thing happened to me last semester, during my Five Hundred Thirty Eighth hour of Dome-ing. I LIKE what I do. I like doing displays, picking out colors and planning events. And I'm actually kind of good at it. I never thought that I would want to make a career out of it, but there you go. And with my minor (major) addiction to all things Wedding and Home Design- we'll there's that.

So with all the answers, there comes more questions. And perhaps my answer to The Question is a bit more complicated than the necessary response, which usually involves "Time Shall Tell!" or "I'm WORK-ing on it. Ha-ha! Get it?" Maybe I'll just torture people by memorizing this entire entry and reciting it whenever I am asked- that'll teach these people with their questions.

P.S. Please only comment in English. Appreciated.

A Wish Be Granted

Well, it's nice to be back full swing in the blogging world- I just wish I had more to say at this point. I'm barely working at a job that promised me hours and waiting to hear back from another (Tuesday!). While my friends talk about their exciting internships and summers filled with travel and adventure, I am stuck on Timber Lane not doing much of anything.

This summer has not been a bust- I've been to New Hampshire, Syracuse, Pleasantville and Rhode Island. That's pretty impressive. But mostly, I've just been sitting in Connecticut.

But I will stop moping. Yesterday was probably the best day I've had in a while here. I got my hair cut and got bangs- something drastic and different to keep my spontaneous self alive. Then my mom and I had a bit of a girls day, shopping around the mall and day dreaming about iPhones. After dinner, my friends invited me to a get-together in Woodbury, and I decided to ask my brother to come. Strangely, he agreed, so we took the 45 minute trip out there to go see my high school friends. It was an experience- to say the least. My brother got to see who I am when I'm around my friends- which is completely different than sit-at-home-and-be-bored Me. We got into some crazy conversations about our family, and the past. At the end of the night, he told me "I finally understand you". Sadly, the only problem now is I'm not sure I fully understand him yet. I guess time shall tell on that one, and maybe this summer will be more about getting in touch with my roots than anything else.