So be careful when you flip someone off when driving.
You never know who it may be in the offending vehicle.
Today someone cut me off, my light was green and it was my turn but some wise guy cut me off...so I flipped him off. After the event I didn't give it a second thought.
A couple hours later a friend of mine said "Hey sorry I cut you off...I saw you flip me off and I thought oh no, I made her mad."
I had no idea that it was my friend in that car when I gave them the ever insulting "bird"
Oops.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Target
So last night was impulse purchase night at Target.
I bought many things.
2 hoodies and a shirt that were on sale (75% off...need I say more?) a mug from The Office (says World's Best Boss...too cool and was in the dollar section), some pens and a notepad, but the best purchase would be the web cam.
I am now hip and have a webcam. I have skype...look at me being fancy!
You are intimidated by my awesomeness. Don't lie.
So yeah...I am pretty much in love with it at the moment...skype and youtube won't know what hit it...bwuahahahahahahahaha!!
Ahem...so I am going to go do my homework now so I can play with my camera later today...oh and my room is still a mess.
--Karen
I bought many things.
2 hoodies and a shirt that were on sale (75% off...need I say more?) a mug from The Office (says World's Best Boss...too cool and was in the dollar section), some pens and a notepad, but the best purchase would be the web cam.
I am now hip and have a webcam. I have skype...look at me being fancy!
You are intimidated by my awesomeness. Don't lie.
So yeah...I am pretty much in love with it at the moment...skype and youtube won't know what hit it...bwuahahahahahahahaha!!
Ahem...so I am going to go do my homework now so I can play with my camera later today...oh and my room is still a mess.
--Karen
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friends,Glee, and messy rooms.
My room is a mess...a tornado/earthquake/volcano/hurricane combo hit this week. It is so bad that my cat blends in with my mess and I cannot find her. It is past the point of ridiculousness. How I allowed it to get this bad is beyond me. I have always been messy but never this bad...God is scared. That is how intensely messy it is. If it scares God, it is bad.
So instead of cleaning it, I decided to write a blog about it.
But I refuse to focus a whole blog on the state of my room. There is a new tv show that I am currently addicted to. Glee. If you like anything artsy and musically, and theatre-ish...you should be watching this show!! Every Wednesday night. Or you can watch it online like I do on Fox.com.
There are 3 episodes so far.
Sooooooooooooooo life has been interesting this school year friend wise. One of my friends closest to my heart is in Chicago and the ones that I thought were close I am finding out are not really what I thought they were. A bit self absorbed to tell the truth. So I have been striking out to make new friends and hang out with some people I would like to get to know better. It has been difficult cause I find that some people I really can't stand for too long but they haven't settled on a certain group so it is easier to friend them that to try to insert myself in an established group.
It is so wierd. I feel like the kid in the cafeteria, trying to find a place to sit.
But on a brighter note, one of my besties from back home is coming to visit me soon (2 weeks!!!!) and I am REALLY excited about that!!
That is all that I really have to say tonight...so yeah.
Nothing of great import.
Goodnight internet world!!!
--Karen
So instead of cleaning it, I decided to write a blog about it.
But I refuse to focus a whole blog on the state of my room. There is a new tv show that I am currently addicted to. Glee. If you like anything artsy and musically, and theatre-ish...you should be watching this show!! Every Wednesday night. Or you can watch it online like I do on Fox.com.
There are 3 episodes so far.
Sooooooooooooooo life has been interesting this school year friend wise. One of my friends closest to my heart is in Chicago and the ones that I thought were close I am finding out are not really what I thought they were. A bit self absorbed to tell the truth. So I have been striking out to make new friends and hang out with some people I would like to get to know better. It has been difficult cause I find that some people I really can't stand for too long but they haven't settled on a certain group so it is easier to friend them that to try to insert myself in an established group.
It is so wierd. I feel like the kid in the cafeteria, trying to find a place to sit.
But on a brighter note, one of my besties from back home is coming to visit me soon (2 weeks!!!!) and I am REALLY excited about that!!
That is all that I really have to say tonight...so yeah.
Nothing of great import.
Goodnight internet world!!!
--Karen
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Fiction, Youtube and Trueblood
So last night I watched the season 2 finale of Trueblood...AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is me screaming in agony while I wait for the next season.
The days I write these blogs, something interesting always happens in my fiction class. Today as I was pulling my books out of my adorable Hello Kitty backpack from Target, the teacher was handing back the quizzes we took last week. This quiz only had 4 questions that were all insanely easy, so I was not worried. When she gets to me, she stops and announces very loudly, "Karen, you had the highest grade in the class so as a reward I printed out the story we are going to read next from ecollege out for you." And with that she hands me my homework for Thursday. Ok...first off, the rest of the class must be composed of idiots as the quiz was SUPER easy. You didn't even have to really read the story to get these questions right. And second, what type of reward is this? You give me my homework? What about one of those suckers you keep on your desk? That would at least keep me awake during class. But then again, it is good to know I can pretty much sleep through that class and still get good grades.
I have this problem. My body and mind will be completely awake, but my eyes will be tired. Like right now, I could go to the gym and work out for a good hour or so, but my eyes do not want to work and stay open. I close my eyes but my brain is not sleepy. What is this? What does my body think it is doing? How dare it revolt like this.
Anywho, one more random thing.
I love Youtube...I spend at least 30 minutes to an hour on it daily watching videos. Not at the same time mind you, though I have been known to do that, but in little spurts between homework, or at work when there is nothing to do. I got a youtube account to comment on videos but I am now toying with the idea of buying a web cam and making my own videos. Nothing fancy, probably very similar to what I do on here. I would just talk about interesting things and I think my mom would like it if she could see me even when I am not home.
I don't know yet...I am still toying with the idea. What do you think?
Aaaaaannnnnddddddd I am done.
---Karen
That is me screaming in agony while I wait for the next season.
The days I write these blogs, something interesting always happens in my fiction class. Today as I was pulling my books out of my adorable Hello Kitty backpack from Target, the teacher was handing back the quizzes we took last week. This quiz only had 4 questions that were all insanely easy, so I was not worried. When she gets to me, she stops and announces very loudly, "Karen, you had the highest grade in the class so as a reward I printed out the story we are going to read next from ecollege out for you." And with that she hands me my homework for Thursday. Ok...first off, the rest of the class must be composed of idiots as the quiz was SUPER easy. You didn't even have to really read the story to get these questions right. And second, what type of reward is this? You give me my homework? What about one of those suckers you keep on your desk? That would at least keep me awake during class. But then again, it is good to know I can pretty much sleep through that class and still get good grades.
I have this problem. My body and mind will be completely awake, but my eyes will be tired. Like right now, I could go to the gym and work out for a good hour or so, but my eyes do not want to work and stay open. I close my eyes but my brain is not sleepy. What is this? What does my body think it is doing? How dare it revolt like this.
Anywho, one more random thing.
I love Youtube...I spend at least 30 minutes to an hour on it daily watching videos. Not at the same time mind you, though I have been known to do that, but in little spurts between homework, or at work when there is nothing to do. I got a youtube account to comment on videos but I am now toying with the idea of buying a web cam and making my own videos. Nothing fancy, probably very similar to what I do on here. I would just talk about interesting things and I think my mom would like it if she could see me even when I am not home.
I don't know yet...I am still toying with the idea. What do you think?
Aaaaaannnnnddddddd I am done.
---Karen
Friday, September 11, 2009
9-11 and other things
So today is 9-11...what is it? 8 years now? It feels like it happened in another life time. But instead of talking about the actual day of 9-11 and the events that transpired...I am going to talk about my friend Sam. Sam is one of the nicest people I know. She is so giving. She makes a pie for the cast and crew of every TCU show and puts it in the greenroom on opening night. She makes me laugh and plays a mean game of darts (last night was her and I's first time to play and she wiped the floor with me). But why am I talking about her? Because today is her birthday.
9-11-09 is Sam's 21st birthday. How much does that suck? Imagine, the whole world is solemn and remembering a horrible event, and you just want to celebrate the fact you were born and alive and 21! Can you imagine being a 13 year ole, excited about finally being an official teenager and then your day is completely ruined by a tragedy. How many others are in the same boat?
And that is all I am going to say about the events of that day because I know everyone remembers and you don't need me to tell you to never forget.
On a lighter note, I am reading this book, Inkheart. I am only on chapter 10 tahnks to my busy life, but so far I am enjoying my self immensly. It is a book, about books. What could be better I mean really? Within the first couple of chapters I found a phrase that I absolutely loved and I want to share it with you internet folks:
"If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens. The book begins to collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it...books are like flypaper--memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
I love this because it is so true. Alot of books I have distinct memories attatched to. The Lord of the Rings, first time I read them I remember I was going through the most difficult time puberty wise and the land of Middle Earth was an amazing escape for me. I never put it down. Also for some reason reading about the elves and their power to dispel darkness, helped me to get over my fear of the dark.
Count of Monte Cristo...read that at my old dance studio in the tiny dressing room that smelled like sweat and feet, listening to the piano music and Ms. Sonja yelling over the music to turn out!
I have lots more but this post is already epically long so I will not continue. But before I stop, I want to pose a question. Are there any books that everytime you think about it or read you it you have a certain memory that is attatched to it?
--Karen
9-11-09 is Sam's 21st birthday. How much does that suck? Imagine, the whole world is solemn and remembering a horrible event, and you just want to celebrate the fact you were born and alive and 21! Can you imagine being a 13 year ole, excited about finally being an official teenager and then your day is completely ruined by a tragedy. How many others are in the same boat?
And that is all I am going to say about the events of that day because I know everyone remembers and you don't need me to tell you to never forget.
On a lighter note, I am reading this book, Inkheart. I am only on chapter 10 tahnks to my busy life, but so far I am enjoying my self immensly. It is a book, about books. What could be better I mean really? Within the first couple of chapters I found a phrase that I absolutely loved and I want to share it with you internet folks:
"If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens. The book begins to collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it...books are like flypaper--memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
I love this because it is so true. Alot of books I have distinct memories attatched to. The Lord of the Rings, first time I read them I remember I was going through the most difficult time puberty wise and the land of Middle Earth was an amazing escape for me. I never put it down. Also for some reason reading about the elves and their power to dispel darkness, helped me to get over my fear of the dark.
Count of Monte Cristo...read that at my old dance studio in the tiny dressing room that smelled like sweat and feet, listening to the piano music and Ms. Sonja yelling over the music to turn out!
I have lots more but this post is already epically long so I will not continue. But before I stop, I want to pose a question. Are there any books that everytime you think about it or read you it you have a certain memory that is attatched to it?
--Karen
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Procrastination and...stuff
So I am here at work, in the Dean's Office of the College of Fine Arts, and even though there are a million things I should be doing right now I am not going to do any of them. I am at work for almost three hours. I could be wise and get things done so tonight I don't have to make that choice between homework or Project Runway...but I'm not going to.
Why? Why do people procrastinate? It just makes life so much more stressful. It does not make sense and yet we do it anyway. Because of this one word I know for a fact that I would not have survived on the frontier...I would have been the first to go down simply because I put off milking the cow for a day or I decided that I would cut the grain later.
Fail.
Anywho, on another note. I am taking this Intro to Fiction class, a class I should have taken as a freshman or sophomore, but being the procrastinator (there's that word again!!) I am I waited till I was a senior to take it. So the class is really easy and I am one of the oldest people there...besides the teacher. Anyway, I never talk in that class cause I figure I have paid my dues for three years by being the chatter box so this semester I decided that I was not going to speak as much. Force those young ones to talk a little.
But today I broke that silence (only the third week of school too) and pretty much took over the class. Why? The story we were talking about was A Rose for Emily. It is a pretty common story that everyone should have read in highschool.
Basically it is about this crazy woman who kills a man and lives with his rotting corpse for around 45 years. Gross. But this is the story that I decided I was going to finally break my vow of silence on. This si the 2nd time I have talked in class. The first time I spoke was on the first day of school when we had to do interview intros and my partner told the class I had a cat named Lizzie Borden and of course no one but the teacher knew who that was. So I had to do the rhyme for the class and explain who she was. (Lizzie Borden was an ax murderess in the 1800s. She killed her mom and dad...google her).
The point of this is now the class thinks I am crazy since all I ever seem to talk about is women who kill people. Awesome. There is this one boy who wouldn't stop staring at me...I think he is waiting for me to pull my own ax out of my Hello Kitty backpack and murder the class.
Anyway...that is all I have to say...I should get back to putting off that homework.
Karen
Why? Why do people procrastinate? It just makes life so much more stressful. It does not make sense and yet we do it anyway. Because of this one word I know for a fact that I would not have survived on the frontier...I would have been the first to go down simply because I put off milking the cow for a day or I decided that I would cut the grain later.
Fail.
Anywho, on another note. I am taking this Intro to Fiction class, a class I should have taken as a freshman or sophomore, but being the procrastinator (there's that word again!!) I am I waited till I was a senior to take it. So the class is really easy and I am one of the oldest people there...besides the teacher. Anyway, I never talk in that class cause I figure I have paid my dues for three years by being the chatter box so this semester I decided that I was not going to speak as much. Force those young ones to talk a little.
But today I broke that silence (only the third week of school too) and pretty much took over the class. Why? The story we were talking about was A Rose for Emily. It is a pretty common story that everyone should have read in highschool.
Basically it is about this crazy woman who kills a man and lives with his rotting corpse for around 45 years. Gross. But this is the story that I decided I was going to finally break my vow of silence on. This si the 2nd time I have talked in class. The first time I spoke was on the first day of school when we had to do interview intros and my partner told the class I had a cat named Lizzie Borden and of course no one but the teacher knew who that was. So I had to do the rhyme for the class and explain who she was. (Lizzie Borden was an ax murderess in the 1800s. She killed her mom and dad...google her).
The point of this is now the class thinks I am crazy since all I ever seem to talk about is women who kill people. Awesome. There is this one boy who wouldn't stop staring at me...I think he is waiting for me to pull my own ax out of my Hello Kitty backpack and murder the class.
Anyway...that is all I have to say...I should get back to putting off that homework.
Karen
Monday, September 7, 2009
Les Miserables
Ok, so there are lots of movies I like, even love, but the one movie that will always be first in my heart is Les Miserables (with Geoffrey Rush, Liam Neeson, Claire Danes, Uma Thurman, and Hans Matheson...an excellent cast).
I first saw this movie when I was around 12 years old. I was taking voice lessons (something that didn't last long) and I was singing a song from the musical version of Les Mis. My teacher told me to watch the movie so I could get a better idea of what I was working on and at the time I was not so excited about it. Boy did that change.
I cried to say the least. The roller coaster of emotion is incredible. To this day I have never experienced what I did (and still do) when watching this movie. I have never been so concerned with characters and their struggles to the point where I am silent and just let the tears fall down my face or smile. I am literally speechless every time.
I know it sounds over dramatic but it's true.
This movie is so close to my heart that I barely share it with anyone. I have only watched it with my mom, and one other friend and am now sharing it with another, and quite nervous that she will not like it as much as I...but I am silly as I am sure she will.
Aaaaannnnnnddddd...the point of me writing this is to encourage someone else to watch it.
I hope you like it as much as I do.
That is all for tonight.
--Karen
I first saw this movie when I was around 12 years old. I was taking voice lessons (something that didn't last long) and I was singing a song from the musical version of Les Mis. My teacher told me to watch the movie so I could get a better idea of what I was working on and at the time I was not so excited about it. Boy did that change.
I cried to say the least. The roller coaster of emotion is incredible. To this day I have never experienced what I did (and still do) when watching this movie. I have never been so concerned with characters and their struggles to the point where I am silent and just let the tears fall down my face or smile. I am literally speechless every time.
I know it sounds over dramatic but it's true.
This movie is so close to my heart that I barely share it with anyone. I have only watched it with my mom, and one other friend and am now sharing it with another, and quite nervous that she will not like it as much as I...but I am silly as I am sure she will.
Aaaaannnnnnddddd...the point of me writing this is to encourage someone else to watch it.
I hope you like it as much as I do.
That is all for tonight.
--Karen
Friday, September 4, 2009
First Attempt
So...alot of my friends had to do a blog for their classes and I was curious and decided that I was going to create my own, but instead of having to discuss certain issues or whatever, I would talk (type) about whatever popped into my head. Which is what I guess alot of people do. But hopefully I will be a bit unique...maybe not.
So here I am...sitting in my apartment with my cat, watching Battlestar Galactica and typing random info about my life on the internet at one in the morning.
I guess for this first blog I should introduce myself. I am a senior in college which scares the shit out of me as I am a theatre major (with an emphasis in acting) and I am not sure what or where I will be after graduation in May. Probably a cardboard box underneath a freeway somewhere, but its ok cause alot of my friends are in the same boat and we are going to combine our boxes and create a box mansion. It will be awesome.
On another note, if anyone out there watches Battlestar Galactica, you know that instead of dropping the F bomb they say Frack...this wierds me out and has invaded my mind in such a way that I cannot curse properly. My mom makes fun me so you know its bad. But despite its confusing curses, it is a good show and if you have never watched it you should.
Aaaaannnnnnddddddd...that's it. For now.
We shall see what tomorrow (later today) brings.
Night internet world.
--Karen
So here I am...sitting in my apartment with my cat, watching Battlestar Galactica and typing random info about my life on the internet at one in the morning.
I guess for this first blog I should introduce myself. I am a senior in college which scares the shit out of me as I am a theatre major (with an emphasis in acting) and I am not sure what or where I will be after graduation in May. Probably a cardboard box underneath a freeway somewhere, but its ok cause alot of my friends are in the same boat and we are going to combine our boxes and create a box mansion. It will be awesome.
On another note, if anyone out there watches Battlestar Galactica, you know that instead of dropping the F bomb they say Frack...this wierds me out and has invaded my mind in such a way that I cannot curse properly. My mom makes fun me so you know its bad. But despite its confusing curses, it is a good show and if you have never watched it you should.
Aaaaannnnnnddddddd...that's it. For now.
We shall see what tomorrow (later today) brings.
Night internet world.
--Karen
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