Sorry that it's been so long. I've been a terrible blogger, I know. Actually, I'm just like any other blogger in the world in that I think I'm going to be really into it and then it just sort of falls out. But I do promise, I am trying. It's kind of like when you start a diary and say that you're going to write in it every night but really you only write in it that one time to say you're going to write in it all the time. Or you write in it when you're mad at the world and feel like no one loves you.
We can't all be Jenna from Awkward and blog about every single detail in our lives.
Damn you, damn you Jenna. Matty McKibben is mine.
Just me?Oh, awk.
Anyways, I don't really have a direct topic tonight, just that I have senioritis already. It's my last year of college (hopefully--unless the university decides to dick me over as they have to so many others before me). I really can't even believe it. I'm in the quasi-adult phase of life right now in that I kind of am on my own. KIND OF being the key words. In reality, I'm not at all. I just think I am.
Yet, after this, it's done. I actually will be on my own. And like most people at this stage in life, we panic about what is to come. You start to hear a lot of people say, "If I could go back, I would do this..."
If I could go back I'd be a dolphin trainer at Sea World.
If I could go back I'd be a world class diver.
If I could go back I'd make O.P.I. nail color names. (How do you get that job, seriously?)
Back to the senioritis.
It's not so much that I don't want to do anything, it's more like I constantly revolve my days around when I will be able to nap.
I love naps.
I never used to until I got to college. I feel like, as a quasi-adult, I've reverted back to my toddler days.
This is what I dream about when I nap. Can you see why I love naps?
My life has just become one giant excuse for a nap.
"Oh, I'll go to the gym, then I can nap!"
"Oh, gotta get through Chapter 3 of this Marketing book, then I can nap!"
"Oh, we're going out tonight, I better nap!"
"Oh, that was a lot of food. I'm napping."
"Oh, I can't wait to take my pants off and nap."
I also dream about owls. Why? Because they're fucking cute, that's why.
Other things I've noticed? I'm more likely to go out on a Tuesday now, or a Wednesday, but hey, then it's Thursday--so obviously I have to go out! I'm a senior, who cares? I've spent years studying my ass off, this semester everything is different...because I'm a senior.
No. Wrong.
Hold on, I need to nap real quick...
OK BACK.
But yeah, there's still that whole graduating thing and actually gaining knowledge in your 4000 level class that are impossible to not pay attention to.
We can do it though, right?
I keep wondering how different my life would be if I had decided to continue my career as an aspiring actress.
Really, I think I totally killed it as 'Grandma Georgina' in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory--aka the best play my 7th grade has ever put on--I had to share a bed with three other people, just like in the movie.
Or that time I played 'Crazy Child #2' in the gradeschool play.
I got to be Veronica, the woman (now saint) who gave Jesus the cloth to wipe his face during the stations of the cross in school, too. That was one of my more dramatic roles.
I'm very ecclectic, that way.
One day, I hope to be the star of my own random, straight to Netflix, movie. A girl can dream, can't she?
My future.
But no.
I'm here.
I had potential, I could've made it!
Anyway, I do want to talk about a few weird things that have happened to me lately. This blog is getting a little too serious and too 'me talking about the future and what could've been', which I know is what everyone really, really wants to read.
First thing. At 2:30 this morning I woke up to girls blasting "Defying Gravity" from Wicked in the parking lot.
Not only were they blasting it, but they were singing along...screaming along.
It was not pleasing.
I also really wish I were kidding, but I'm not.
I'm not sure what they were trying to do.. but never again do I want to see musical theater people drunk.
Then they just drove off.
Is this the Wicked tour throughout random apartment complexes in a college town? Can I get my free ticket for an earlier show next time?
Or better yet, next time, can you do Miss. Saigon?
Calm down, crazy town.
Second thing. I'm all about yoga pants, I think they are great. However, leggings as pants are KIND OF pushing it. They can be fine IF, and only if you have a shirt that is large enough to cover your ass.
I thought this phase was over with. But apparently, I was wrong.
I would like to conduct a social experiment in which I wear sheer leggings around campus and see if someone actually says something to me.
Don't worry, I'd wear my full butt Spiderman underwear for the shock value. I'm not a slut, after all.
You might need to re-evaluate yourself if you look like this walking to your Econ Class.
Third thing. The people above me. I know living in an apartment can come with certain risks such as the people above me are very loud or what if I get attacked on the steps with a lead pipe as I walk to my apartment door, kind of thing. But these people are very, very loud. They walk like elephants and it's starting to really make me wonder if I've got linebackers living above me.
Which is fine. But I'm motioning to have all people who are football players to live on the first floor in any apartment building ever. It should be a rule. Or maybe we should have people do a walking test before they can sign a lease to see how stompy they are.
My roommates and I have made up a whole scenario for them. (Do most people do this, I hope?) There are four guys, in a band. One has a dog and is very athletic with a tribal tattoo (but we can forgive him for that because he's so darn All-American), one has a co-op with the UN (he studied in Canada this summer and only just returned a few days ago to unpack his things), one has a UTI because he constantly pees and is flushing the toilet every twenty seconds, he also likes Polka music, and the other is a pirate. I don't know why, but he just is.
So that's been fun for us.
Fourth thing. Fake fiances. Lately, I've heard more and more girls go out to the bars with fake engagement rings on their fingers to prevent anyone with a dick from hitting on them. Is this a new thing? Can they just send all these guys my way? I'm not wearing a ring. In fact, I'm wearing a look of desperation. No..but it's gotten to the point where a girl will start a whole story. She'll tell people the wedding date, the color scheme, the flower arrangements, how her cute little nephew, Jonah, is going to be the ring bearer.
Fine, no big deal.
But then things get even weirder when the girl will start taking you back through moments of their past like you're living in her own little warped view of a romantic comedy montage.
I'm talking like picnics in the park and ice skating and mud fighting followed by a very steamy yet romantic shower scene, really weird shit that you only see in a Kate Hudson movie.
I get it, you don't want a guy hitting on you in a bar.
That is fine.
But let's keep the personal fantasies to a minimum.
Maybe start a blog instead.
I wish this cute two-person bike scene was apart of a rom-com montage.
Alright, I really can't think of anything else to say.
I hope everyone has a wonderful year and may the odds be ever in your favor.
PS. I am definitely going to attempt to make this a weekly thing again. Getting back into the swing.
PPS. ^Does this sound familiar, fair-weather-diary-users?
Until next time,
Kaitie xo
Because I can. And because when you put something this ridiculous of yourself on the internet, you should have some random girl put it on her blog for no apparent reason. You deserve it.
