karatetentacles

I was going to blog about how frustrating it was trying to get the cherry at the bottom of my crushed ice, with no liquid left, in my cherry limeade... but right as I hit the "new blog" button and waited for the page to load, I managed to get the cherry. I then ate it. It was delicious.

Now I'm staring at the blankness (though not so blank anymore) and decided: I should still blog. I owe The People (what people?) a decent (or my definition of such) blog. So... here you go:

I went to Sonic, where I got the cherry limeade, and got a corndog. I believe that the corndog is the most delicious, perfect food there is.



(Skip to about... 50 seconds? It counts down and not up, just FYI.)

I don't think I could have said it better than Stanley here. Corndogs are delicious. Also, onion rings.

I have a lot of shit to dooooo. Summer homework is a real bummer.

First off, I have to "read selected chapters from Thoreau's Walden and McLean's A River Runs Through It. For both books, you will be expected to annotate and to maintain a double-entry quotation journal as you read. Be sure to read the instructions for annotation that follow. The annotation and the quotation journal for each book will be graded."

Sounds fun, right?

And of course there's all my American History AP (now forever known as AHAP; the teacher's name is Yoda) stuff, which I haven't even started looking at... it looks like a shitton. I'm not excited.

And on top of all that?

I'm gonna be on newspaper next year, as part of the developing online staff, so I'll have summer assignments spread throughout the year for that. First one's due Friday... I don't even know what it is.

Effing summer. With my job, and what I hope to accomplish with my social life, I'm hardly going to have any time at all to do what I usually do during the summer!

Which is to say: relax and do absolutely nothing. I'm also losing a lot of prime reading time. ): Hopefully I can keep up with the DFTBA Street Team assignments.

Also, hopefully I can beat up Malaise, my inner procrastinator. Yes, she has a name. I name a lot of people.

But Katy, your inner procrastinator isn't a person!

Shut up, angst.

Yeah, you name your procrastinator, but not your angst, who you actually HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH.

I SAID SHUT UP.

Will she ever go away? (My angst, I mean.)

I've been sick for the past two days. I've watched the entirety of the Office: Season 4. zomg I love that show. One of the only reasons I'm better anymore. (: Greg Daniels, I salute you.

I suppose I should write about my dream, and how I somehow convinced a race of highly intelligent aliens that humans were small brained and afraid of accepting anyone unique and individual, and that when I tried to stop them I only became more certain that they were right... but Angst might come back, so I'll just leave it at that.

Did you really just call me Angst?

Great, looks like she's back. Do you HAVE a name already?

Some call me Holden. Others call me Harry.

Ugh. You're a boy?

Yeah...

Eff. Alright... Holdarry... Harldon? ... Holdarry, I guess we'll go with. Wanna wrap this up?

Sure, I guess.

FICTIONPRESS LOVE POETRY LOLOLOL