hallucinations are fun!

here are 20 fun facts about finals week:

1)im pretty sure it takes 10 years off your life

2)im pretty sure i have gained 10 pounds

3)many people wear clothes 5 sizes to big this glorious week

4)stress is at an overwhelming level

5)you loose your ability to write, read, and speak english

6)you make yourself believe you are a loser and are bound to fail

7)you leave your glasses at home the day of your hardest final (note: you cant see)

8)only 15 minutes is added to each period, but it feels like 3 extra hours

9)everything you studied you forget

10)everything you didnt study you don’t know

11)you are almost positive your teacher rigged this so everyone fails

12)you have a song stuck in your head that makes you tap your foot

13)this distracts you and pisses people off around you

14)you think about everything but the test

15)everyone but the test

16)and make up your own slang

17)you come to the realization you should have payed attention in class…

18)you forget to turn in your lab and a lot of other things

19)you have massive mood swings (and no, you aren’t pregnant)

20)and finally you pass out at like 9:30, forgetting to study for tomorrow’s exam…

chao lovies, kattie

die carrot man!

chao lovies, kattie

my rendezvous with the barbershoppers

last night i went to a novice quartet competition, expecting it to be like every other barbershop event but many things set it apart from the rest. was it the fact i was tagging until 1 in the morning? no. that a 16 year old and 25 year old “hooked up”, as the young folks say, no not even that (i yelled at them, don’t worry). it was the grouping of people, brought together by their love for music, sharing songs and singing together. meeting new people, and not getting home until 2 in the morning. singing for hours on end, getting odd stares from the gangsters driving by. celebrating barbershop and all its glory. what is the moral to the story? barbershop is good and underage “hooking up” leads to kattie yelling at you and embarassing questions.

chao lovies, kattie

Comic 3

Why won’t you give me any constructive criticism?!

-Alex Barbarian

i have a thing for mamals

the title makes no sense. i had the urge to write something, and i promise it will not have to do with the corruption of society or fanny packs. it is something more pleasing than shooting stars and ice cream cones. it’s as confusing as a puzzle, yet as soothing as a soft ballad. it lifts one’s spirts like nothing else. it makes one feel worthy, good for something, complete. everything is comming up roses, let’s paint the town red. if that made sense, please yell the first word that enters your head from wherever you are. my thought process is odd today……….        …………..??

chao lovies, kattie

random is sexy

so i was thinking as i sometimes do and something poped into my head. from age 5 to about the age of 25 we spend our lives shoved into a classroom learning the bs the state thinks will enrich our lives. and for what? why must we spend 20 years “bettering ourselves” in a highly competitive environment, wasting our youth? why have i been having nervous breakdowns about college since age 11? these questions have been burning the intermost fibers of my head for a while now. and another thing, a cubicle with a view. that sounds great, working my whole life for that. you may be thinking, “well do something more freespirited dummy”. well yea being a writer or perfomer would be uber great, “but it won’t pay the rental on your humble flat”, as the song diamonds are a girl’s best friend suggests. then after i finish my years upon years of learning i will work for someone until the “golden years” when the days of jumping out of airplanes and bull riding are over. and don’t even get me started on how much it costs to acheive all these fine things. this is the way things are and i know little ol’ me cannot possibly change things. but i do know you have thought or are thinking the same thing, yes you. and friends, i’m there with you.

 chao lovies, kattie

the malice in the hearts of teens

why the heck is today’s youth so bitter? why are there unspoken social classes? why doesn’t everyone retaliate? and why do american school systems focus on what people cant do instead of what they can?? why do strawberries taste so good? why do i keep asking questions? the answer, my friends, is simple. communism is bad and i hate hairspray. ponder this

chao lovies, kattie