karatetentacles

Seven hour shift. Starting at 10, going 'til 5. I'm tiiiiiiired. I don't wake up this early... :P

Have another video idea. I'm gonna try to hold off on posting it until next week sometime... you know, because I've been making too many videos and it's WEIRD.

Actually I have a few video ideas in my arsenal. So hopefully my Tubage Channel will BE NICE AND FUN. And I won't do too many vloggy-things, unless the Bookworm channel

Facebook usernames? GOTTA THINK GOTTA THINK GOTTA THINK...

The old favorite, ktentacles?
My actual name, katywesthoff?
Should I go with the period: katy.westhoff?
Do I want CAPS?! KATY.WESTHOFF.
Oooh the double period. I don't think they'll let me do that.
Take the immature route and do penis?
Sinep?
Pinus?

I JUST DON'T KNOW!

My toes feel funny. I'm gonna get ready for work now. The facebook username thing will be there when I get home.

ZOMG SKYPE MADE A FUNNY NOISE... who the hell is "erlyn merl"? Why do they want to be on my contacts?

BLOCKED.

Kay getting ready for work FO REAL.

When it's dark and rainy outside, I feel better about sleeping late.

I took the first steps into Permanent Summer Hibernation by turning off my alarm clock. Now my only sense of time occurs when I wake up enough to look at my phone/open Darth (the Macbook). My only sense of the day of the week is my obsessive checking of my webcomics. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is CAD, then Tuesday and Thursday is Buttersafe! (Those are the only two that update on a schedule. Others update like my blog; randomly, sometimes daily, but still regularly.)

Noises of the moment:
THUNDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Count the Shadows.
Dog barking.
Small children laughing.
MOAR THUNDERRRR.

Also, kid I was mostly talking to in that last (somewhat embarrassing) blogpost isn't leaving me alone. :P life.

Back me up here, blogreaders. This is tacky, right?



That's all I got. Gonna maybe start some summer homework... eeh.

I really wish my phone got service in my basement. I like to feel secluded, but sometimes someone *coughcough* will text me, and I enjoy that.

Also it would make receiving phone calls easier.

Earlier today:

-phone rings, unidentified number-
Me: Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: I can't hear you, one sec.
Them: -static-
Me: -goes upstairs- Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: Fffffff what is wrong with this house?! I get service NOWHERE!
Them: -static-

I called back five minutes later. Wrong number. Fffffffff.

Anyway. It's almost midnight. I'm gonna watch Ratatouille. I think I'll go up to my room and watch it on Darth, and hopefully have cell phone service. Also I have to go to Target tomorrow to get some shorts and a lock. My mom keeps bugging my ass about my lack of social life. I'm sorry, mom, I don't like hanging out with people. People bother me. I like hanging out in small groups, maybe one or two other people with me, not huge groups like everyone else, so it makes things awkward when I pull a certain person out of said group to enjoy a nice afternoon of just hanging out.

It's not my fault I'm socially retarded and seclude myself from every event. I like it better that way. Also I dislike being wet, so swimming is a no.

So I'm reading How We Are Hungry* by Dave Eggers. It's a gorgeous book, prose-wise, and it's so... depressing, almost. I don't want to spoil anything, but there's this one story (it's a collection of short(ish) stories) about this woman who goes on vacation. The really, really sad thing is that she goes on vacation to "get away," yet is able to perfectly predict everything that is going to happen. It's so sad.

And you know what I fucking hate? When people say I read into books/movies too much. Trust me, it's there to "read into." Authors are deep, they don't just throw shit on the page and sell it. Ffffff people are stupid and need to realize that just because you're not reading in/for a class doesn't mean the book is just an assortment of words on a page, and that there are still tones and themes and diction and metaphors and symbols to look at.

Anyway. I really love this book, despite it's sadness. I'm gonna try and finish it soon, less than 100 pages to go! (I think it's somewhere around 70 pages.)

Soooo off to Ratatouille. Sorry for this incredibly random/somewhat long blog post.

*Speaking of hungry... I'm gonna make some cheesecake soon. ... and I'm about to watch a movie about a rat chef. WTF METAPHORICAL HUNGER. LEAVE ME ALONE!

I've abandoned watching Season 3 of the Office. It's far too saddening. I thought I could get through it by watching Season 4 first, knowing Jim and Pam are together and happy, but it's just so... sad. It's one of the darkest seasons, I think. You see Jan's full devolution into the mess she is in the fourth season. Dwangela is the only high-point.

Also, Karen is a bitch.

Although there are some very choice Andy-moments.

Anyway. I'm watching Psych now. Season 1. Yusssss. Thank you Jennifer. I'm kind of in love with Shawn Spencer. And by kind of I mean completely and totally in love with him. Sigh. Damn Fictional-Characters-are-way-too-Awesome-thus-I-fall-for-them disease. Mmmm.

My basement is too cozy. My parents keep trying to evict me, but whatever. My room is clean. It's just... nice down here. I can watch TV. I get internet access. I created a little niche in the couch so it's very cozy so I can read a book with the most ease. I'm even nicer to my cat for Christ's sake. Errbody knows I hate that thing.

Also there's the N-64... even though I can't find any games. I am playing Diddy Kong Racing a lot. Actually I just played it once so far. But I am going to be playing it a lot.

Still haven't started the summer homework. Except for the journalism stuff. Which isn't hard. Baaaah. I also have to do all this crap for this camp I'm going to... and it was due six or seven days ago... I haven't even looked at it. It's like health forms and crap. Baaaaaah. Do not want.

Anyway. Gonna watch some Psych and then read Why We Are Hungry by Dave Eggers, and ignore the world for a little bit longer.

booklist:
1. everything is illuminated
2. the average american male
3. inferno
4. life of pi
5. othello
6. all quiet
7. slaughterhouse-5
8. a separate peace
9. wizards (collection of short stories)
10. cat's cradle
11. with the old breed
12. one flew over the cuckoo's nest
13. 13 little blue envelopes
14. extremely loud and incredibly close
15. youtube: an insider's guide to climbing the charts
16. timequake
[17. how we are hungry]

Right, Sierra. I am "sucking it."

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.

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