crafty cate

yeah yeah yeah

2007-08-08T00:19:00.000-05:00

So why the fuck haven't I written in three months? Because I've been to two other countries and had other shit to do.

Any more questions?

My life is currently in shambles as I attempt to pick up the pieces I left strewn about before I jetted off to New Zealand and Fiji. I've been back for over a month and have accomplished: getting hammered, overdrafting, rediscovering my love of baking, drinking a lot, working occasionally, being on facebook, becoming drunk, rereading all of the Harry Potter books and sleeping.

Haven't kept up in the journal I brought with me to NZ, but really, what's the point? I remember it all anyway, right?

Not.

I might actually start doing this blog now that I have time to do stuff other than lay around and wait for the power to come back on after the storm last night.

I've made a few crafts since I've been back, mostly for Nate's birthday yesterday. I only finished two of them, out of five? Yeah, five. I couldn't remember.

I haven't eaten for real all day and it's now 12:24 am so I think I'm going to go eat anything that hasn't gone bad while the fridge was off for most of the morning.

I probably won't be back for awhile.

No really. Don't wait around.

OK bye.

dolls: creepy or crafty?

2007-04-17T23:02:00.000-05:00

While reading the second issue of Craft: Magazine, I came across an article about Marina Bychkova. She grew up in Siberia but went to art school in Canada. She creates these exquisite dolls made from porcelain and sews outfits for them. Most of the outfits are heavily beaded, and it's incredible how much detail she puts into them. She also challenges social constructions of gender and beauty, which I find very interesting. One of my favorite dolls is Lotus, a Chinese woman who practices foot-binding. Marina actually forms the feet as they would look from being bound, and it's really disturbing. Her outfit is so beautifully beaded, it's shocking to find those feet beneath the hem. I suggest you check her out.

because no one seems to know

2007-03-07T12:12:00.000-06:00

I work in a mail center, and it astounds me daily how little people know about mail and what to do with it. We've gotten packages with no name or department on them, and had to educate countless people on how to properly address a letter. So as a service to any of you out there who are clueless (like most of the people at my school), here are some instructions.

1. Don't address your letter with anything other than black or blue ink. This is a soft rule, but please avoid pinks, yellows, or other pastel colors. Almost all mail is run through an automatic machine, and if you want your letter to get there as fast as possible, make it easy for the machine to read it.

2. If you're writing to a place that gets a lot of mail, such as a college or university, address it to the person using their real name. We get a lot of cute nicknames that make it ten times harder to figure out who the hell it goes to. I know you want to be creative and make someone smile, but save it for the inside of the envelope.

3. Please, for the love of the USPS, leave a forwarding address. Also let them know that you're gone and want your mail. We had a lot of students who moved off campus that had their tax returns sent back because we didn't have addresses for them.

Later we'll talk about how to properly address an envelope, because a girl was just in here asking her friend how to do it. Yikes...

just insert shit about how i haven't posted in forever here

2007-03-02T12:14:00.000-06:00

I am notoriously bad at finishing craft projects that I start (well, with myself at least). For instance, around June or July I started knitting a scarf with wool that I had purchased around 2004. I had bought a couple skeins, and I still have one left, along with another recently purchased one. I am now about to finish it, since I got off of work for BOTH of my jobs.

A day or two ago I was home alone, on my ADD medicine and cleaned my room for three hours. If you know me, you know I usually have the attention span of a gnat, and even less when it comes to cleaning my room. I usually find something interesting (a puzzle book, some crayons, a sparkly) and forget about organizing. But that day I was on a mission. I emptied the two huge plastic tubs that I had been throwing random shit in. I organized (sort of) my magazines. I threw most of my clean clothes in a corner in the closet. But all in all the look of my room has improved.

My boss got me a little page-a-day calendar that displays a work of art by an artist who is trying to be discovered or whatever. One of the first pieces was done by Pee Monster. Yep, PEE MONSTER. Who decides that THAT is a good pseudonym? That'd be like naming yourself Shit Monkey or Butt Doodle. Not something I'd want to be associated with. But whatevs.

I have now grown bored with this post. Goodbye.

best spam ever

2007-01-05T09:25:00.001-06:00

"your blowjob is not your only sex."

oh my good golly

2006-12-28T14:25:00.000-06:00

It's been over a week. I really hate the holidays.

I spent most of the weekend of Christmas pissed off, because Nate wouldn't come over to hang out with my family. I ended up yelling at my mom in the middle of a Sam's Club. THAT was awkward. But things have smoothed out, and I am getting ready for NEW YEAR'S EVE.

It will involve copious amounts of Carlo Rossi wine and ridiculous outfits. Need I say more?

wow.

2006-12-20T10:45:00.001-06:00

It seems that no matter where I go, I can't avoid some sort of drama.

For instance, the weekend of December 9th looked to be a fun one. It was a few days after my birthday, and Nate and his roommates were planning a holiday party. That all looked fine and dandy, until (and I'm not absolutely positive about this) Nate's roommate's girlfriend told Nate's other roommate that, quote "she was nuts and her boyfriend was a moron for putting up with her."

Well.

I know may totally sound like something I would say, but I've never actually expressed that sentiment. But who hasn't said that girl is crazy? Who hasn't said ANY girl is crazy? And the fact that said roommate's girlfriend neglected to add that it was HER BOYFRIEND who first uttered the sentiment about other roommate's boyfriend being a saint was a bit shady. I know this may all sound confusing, but I'm trying to maintain some sort of anonymity for those who might read this and want to say something to someone about something.

So other roommate called me out about it and I explained what I had meant about it. She was under a lot of stress about this holiday party (this was a few hours before it happened) and kind of tore into me. Told me I didn't act like an adult, that I wasn't as welcome in the apartment as I thought I was, and that my boyfriend surely puts up with more shit from me than her boyfriend does with her.

Well.

I tried to be nice, but I also have my limits. One thing she did recently, that had to do with the whole "not being welcome" thing, was call Nate when I had my Spanish homework out on the table and even though I was five feet away the entire time, she couldn't politely ask me to move my things so she could eat lunch out there. Now, if that isn't acting like an adult, I don't know what is! So I shot back with some comments of my own, and at the time I was really angry about the fact that I had been ambushed. Thanks to so-and-so's girlfriend stirring things up, everyone was on edge. This altercation lead to more altercations between Nate, his roommate and this other girl roommate. She yelled and cried and blamed a lot of things on other people. Which isn't fair, since this entire party was her idea and she didn't ask for help until the last minute.

She's a very petty person, and I feel bad for her about that. When the subject of my being underage was brought up, she said I could only drink if my parents were there. So instead of handing me an invitation already filled out, she handed me a blank one to fill out myself. This doesn't seem overtly rude (especially if you're a guy) but some of you will understand this is a snub. Eek!

I could write and write about all the things she does that piss me off but instead I'm going to go back to work and earn a lot of money and countdown the days until Nate moves out of that apartment.

holy crapoly

2006-12-18T16:56:00.000-06:00

This isn't the first time that I've discovered not blogging/journaling will lead to long periods of silence. Not that anyone cares what I've been up to. But I like to post my idiotic thoughts for someone else to read.

Like the fact that there might not be anything in the world I hate more than the computer animated robot football player on Fox. I'm forced to watch many football games on Sunday, and when that fucking robot comes on and I see him run in place very quickly then "shake it off," I want to throw my wings at the other people watching football.

I've forgotten how hard it is to be at work for longer than three hours. Both of my jobs are broken up into small, manageable pieces. But now that class is out and the office is moving, I'm going to be working hella for the next couple of weeks. There's one week where I will be in class 9-12 then at work 12:30-7. You probably won't want to talk to me during that week.

Enough for now, I should check some messages.

ok, hold on.

2006-12-04T11:28:00.000-06:00

I am going to say something. Something that you might think is a little... "out there." But I have to say it. Events of this morning REQUIRE me to say it.

Ok, here goes...

I would rather see two attractive people make out than two unattractive people.

There. Whew. That's a load off my chest.

Two weirdos were in the cafe today, both sitting on one chair and snuggling and kissing and generally grossing out the rest of the student body. This is unacceptable.

Have some decency!

yessss...

2006-11-30T19:08:00.000-06:00

THIS IS MY LAST NABLOPOMO POST!

SUCK IT!

yikes (part 2)

2006-11-29T10:36:00.000-06:00

I'm just going to finish this off...

We went to eat at a great restauraunt in Greenwich (I think) called Blue Smoke. We had ribs and drinks (my first mojito!) and stayed for the jazz show. Then we took the train back to Long Island, and my dad decided we should go to TGI Friday's for a "nightcap." Don't ask.

So everyone had drinks, and we started talking. Pretty sure everyone was sauced a little, but I had been drinking water so I wasn't too bad. We got on the topic of politics and religion.

I have now come to the point in my life where I realize that these subjects and alcohol don't mix.

What started out as an energetic discussion soon turned into a yelling match between my brother and I. In the middle of TGI Friday's. At like 1:30 in the morning. I called him an asshole and told him to shut the fuck up, and people at the surrounding tables moved.

I kept trying to make a point, but I could never finish my sentence because Will would start talking over me. Then I tried to explain why I wasn't going to discuss this with him anymore, because he kept interrupting me. But I couldn't get my whole thought out, because HE KEPT INTERRUPTING ME. I finally got so pissed that I yelled, "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING JERK!" and stormed out of the restauraunt. I then called Nate crying and tried to explain why I was upset.

Finally my family came out, and they were wondering why I was so upset. I told both my parents to fuck off, and would barely speak to my brother. He was trying to explain something to me, and my dad got out of the car where he and my mom were waiting and started yelling, "I AM GOING TO HAVE THE FIRST CIGARETTE AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS IF YOU DON'T GET IN THE FUCKING CAR! NO, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, GET IN THE CAR!" In the parking lot. Of TGI Friday's. So we got in the car and I couldn't stop crying. Why? Dunno.

The night ended with everyone in the kitchen of the apartment arguing, and finally I just said that I was going to bed and that I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I finally fell asleep, after Nate called and cheered me up a bit.

Yeah, we were THAT family.

intermission

2006-11-28T14:47:00.000-06:00

I know I should finish my previous post about Saturday night, but right now I am too wired on ADD meds and orange juice to think straight. I have to figure out whether or not to let a girl who has missed every class and meeting except the first one continue to be a part of our debate team. She says she's been going through some "tough stuff" and is "seeking help." What does that mean?

Anyway, Nate's getting me a quesadilla for dinner, and I don't know if I'm going to have the appetite for it! My insides are all funny.

yikes (part 1)

2006-11-27T11:16:00.000-06:00

I might have to finish the post later, because I have about 15 minutes until I have to go to work.

So Saturday started out as a really good day. It was super nice out, and we were all having a good time. My brother Will and I went to MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and my parents walked around Central Park. The reason I put the full name in parenthesis is because even the people who worked in the subways didn't know what we were talking about when we asked them where MoMA was... So.

We walked around the museum for a good two hours, but then quickly got tired of all the modern art. I love modern art, probably one of my favorite genres of art. But when I read the little plaque about the installation where the lights turn off and on every five seconds, and it's telling me that it's supposed to challenge my perception of my space, and that each turning off and on negates the previous state of the room, I get a little skeptical. Or some jerk with too much time on his hands and a shitload of weed decided to wire up some lights and pass it off as art.

We also spent a lot of time in the MoMA store, which was WAY more interesting then the actual museum. I got some Pop Art postcards to make a little calendar thing (more on that later) and Will got a little book for his friend.

Then we went searching for a coffee shop. Downtown New York, you think you'd be assaulted by all the coffee shops. But no, it took us about 25 minutes to find one without a line two miles long.

woof

2006-11-26T23:15:00.000-06:00

I am wiped out. Plane ride with a little girl kicking my seat and pushing her feet into the crease... Awesome. Longer, interestinger post tomorrow, I promise. I'm off to the BF's house for some snuggies.

moma today!

2006-11-25T09:03:00.000-06:00

I'm pretty excited to see the MoMA.

That's about all I have for now.

eek

2006-11-24T11:46:00.001-06:00

Do you think Billy Mays (the OxyClean guy) has ever sought treatment for his voice Immodulation Disorder?

#51

2006-11-24T10:40:00.000-06:00

This is my 51st post.

Even though it's a day late, I'd like to share what I'm thankful for:

My family, even though my brother drives me crazy sometimes.

My boyfriend, because he's incredible and amazing and makes me laugh.

Beer, because it makes some things a lot less awkward, and helps my family shop online for rugs.

Turkey, because it's so damn delicious.

Electricity, because it makes good things happen.

And all the opportunities my family has provided for me to become the person that I am.

And Michael Caine, just because I'm watching Austin Powers: Goldmember and I'm reminded how much I love British men.

thxgvng

2006-11-23T17:58:00.000-06:00

Warning, chocolate beer doesn't really taste like chocolate. Specifically Saranac Chocolate Amber Lager.

Now on to test Caramel, Mocha and Black Forest.

Mmm.

dock and beer

2006-11-22T19:06:00.000-06:00

I am writing this blog using a tablet and handwriting recognition software. It's the shit. Except it put "snit" as "snit." But whatever. I love novel things.

Today was not a fun day of travel. I'm not a fan of smelling someone's perfume that reminds me of a grandma's coffin. I also don't see the humor in your ebonics rendition of the flight procedure when it's 6 a.m. and I've been up since 1:30. But now that I think about it, it IS kinda funny. We got to NY and immediately went grocery shopping for our Thanksgiving feast. I love holiday shoppers, especially the ones raised in New York who have the thick accent. Yes, I want to hear at max volume how much your kids love this dish so that's why the bitch in the tacky leopard coat (you're wearing zebra) should have given you that last can of mushroom soup!

When we returned to the apartment, I ate some chocolate and took a nap for a couple of hours. I only got up to play with the tabletpc and write my blog.

I hope this is enough for now. I want to go "paint." If you're lucky, I might post my creations up here!

packing

2006-11-21T23:03:00.000-06:00

I am one of those people who end up packing like two hours before they leave. I get it from my mom.

Thanksgiving in New York City! Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade! MOMA! The Islanders! etc. etc. I am way too tired to be excited about this. I'm leaving at 3 a.m. YEAH, THREE IN THE MORNING. FOR A SIX A.M. FLIGHT. If you know me even a little bit, you realize that this is next to impossible for me.

Which is why I'll probably end up sleeping then packing.

oww

2006-11-20T13:17:00.000-06:00

I was shredding stuff for my boss just now and I hit my head on the corner of a table. Still hurts.

I'm excited for tonight, because I get to share my gifts from Sex World with Nate tonight. I'm going to be out of town Wednesday through Sunday, so tonight is really the only time we can hang out. I also get the car because I'm going to the DMV to get my license. Eek...

My visit to Saint Paul was kind of weird, kind of awkward. It was fun, but there were also some tense moments where I thought to myself, "Now I know why I didn't come back." My friend Jess found out she's bisexual. So that made for lots of conversations. And I spent most of my weekend with her, and hardly saw my old roommate Amy at all. There seems to be a lot of bad vibes between those two, who are roommates. It made it a little uncomfortable for me, which is never fun. Hopefully they'll work it out and stay friends after the semester.

Enough from me. I have to go to class.

travelblog

2006-11-19T11:20:00.000-06:00

Urgh. Last night was not what I expected.

Spent all afternoon at the MOA with Jess. Then Mary and Erin picked us up for dinner at Don Pablo's for a soccer teammate's birthday. Pretty good food. I totally demolished their free chips and salsa. I was so tired from walking around the mall that I just wanted to sit down and maybe nap a little before my quesadilla showed up. But it was a good dinner. Got to meet some other girls from my old school who were funny. Then Mary and Erin dropped Jess and I back at St. Kate's.

We started drinking. I was so full from all the eating I had done that I really didn't feel like drinking. But I took a couple shots and got buzzed. We sat around talking until my old roommate Amy came back. I really wanted to go to Sex World, the world's largest sex shop, while I was here. Since Amy is the only one of us with a car, we figured she'd want to come too. But she didn't, and she drove us to the lightrail station, which was nice.

Sarah, Jess and I stood around for the lightrail for FOREVER. They were being weirdos. But we got down there and eventually found Sex World, after some detours to go to the bathroom. I didn't have my driver's license but the guy let me in anyway. Good thing, because I was planning on making a purchase. We shopped around there for an hour and I got what I came for.

Then we headed to the lightrail station. Unfortunately, that was at 1:30, and the last train leaves at 1:13. We had about four different announcements letting us know, because we still hadn't left the station. It had heat lamps, ok? So we looked around for a cab, and kept trying to call cab companies.

There were so many ugly, drunk people, I was amazed and horrified. The highlight was definitely when we saw a guy carrying his passed out girlfriend on his back, and when they walked past we saw 75% of her ass hanging out. I'll add the picture later. (Of course I took a picture! Wouldn't you?)

Finally some guy riding in a cab by himself let the driver pick us up. He was drunk and looked like he was pushing 30. I was in the front seat talking to the driver about how many people went out with t-shirts and short skirts with no jacket. He hit on my friends incessantly, and told the driver that we would all be getting out at his place. They gracefully declined, and if they hadn't, I would have, albeit not so gracefully. Damnit, I WAS TIRED. I didn't want to deal with a creeper.

We finally made it home to their dorm. I passed the fuck out, but not before texting Nate and thanking him for being an amazing boyfriend, one who isn't ugly or a douchebag.

yatch

2006-11-18T00:03:00.000-06:00

This is my new word. It's like biyach, except without the beee... YATCH. Incredible.

I am drunk blogging. This is a frist. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Trying not to crrect all my errprs. but if i didn't this would be unreadable.

I am listening to jess' dog howl on a video... Weird.

This better count for Saturday.

My boyfriend is lame and doen't like me.

xoxo

excitement!

2006-11-17T10:35:00.000-06:00

I get to get on a bus in about four hours! And spend about five and a half on that bus! And my only food options will be McDonald's and McDonald's!

Plus I will be traveling with a 1.75 liter of Skyy Vodka. Mmm... Unfortunately it will be stored under the bus with my clothes and stuff so I won't be able to crack into it early.

Still haven't figured out how I'm going to get to where I'm going from the bus stop... I should probably call someone about that.

Well I have to go pack quick before work.

P.S. Anyone else see Valentino on Martha today? How much foundation is that guy wearing?!

oi.

2006-11-16T13:34:00.000-06:00

There is always too much stuff to do and not enough time to do it.

P.S. Blogger, your outages suck.

wednesday wednesday 15!

2006-11-15T18:09:00.000-06:00

That subject line makes no sense.

So I got my second legitimate comment today! Yay for NaBloPoMo getting people to actually read the shit I write on here. Thanks for not trolling around and leaving comments about if I'd be interested in seeing you naked or playing on your poker site. Now if you offered to let me watch you play naked poker... We might have a deal.

Today has been one of those days where I can't wait for it to be over. Up since 7, I've been going non-stop to get stuff done so I can relax this weekend. My mind is going a hundred miles an hour about what to bring to Saint Paul, what to make Nate's fam for Christmas, what to wear to the Christmas party thrown by Nate and his roommates, if I'm going to feel like shopping after a night of heavy drinking...

This is what happens when you add coffee to Cate.

I've also been considering what kind of photo project I want to start. I've been really impressed by people who can take a picture every day (Dooce and This Guy) but right now I don't have the resources to do that kind of stuff. My main computer sits alone at my apartment that I haven't visited in three weeks. I miss it. Mmm, iMac. I've taken some fun pictures that I've put on here, but I want to do more. I've seen some great ideas, like taking a picture of everything you eat for a week. MAYBE I could take a picture every time I go to the bathroom! Wouldn't you just love to see that? Ok, ok, maybe not. But I love my camera, just a little bit. I also have the problem of being a weirdo about taking pictures. I don't know how to discreetly take them, and I haven't built up the nerve to just start shooting random people in the street. So I'm going to try to work on that, and hopefully my skills as a photographer grow. So tomorrow I will start taking a picture a day (or TWO! holy shit, can you imagine?!) and putting it on here.

Now that I've fulfilled my obligation to the NaBlo Gods, I am going to conjugate some Spanish verbs. Care to join?

ride ride ride, hitching a ride

2006-11-14T14:32:00.000-06:00

An hour and a half to kill until Speech class kills me...

What to do, what to do?

Since I carry my LIFE around with me in my backpack, you know I have my handy copy of No One Cares What You Had For Lunch.

(I should totally do that Flickr thing where you take a picture of what's in your bag... Oh, right, here it is.)

Anyway, one thing I absolutely cannot stand in a guy is any sort of tobacco habit. My ex-boyfriend started smoking when he was a senior in high school, and I hated it. To quit, he started chewing. BRILLIANT. I honestly think this is the most disgusting thing in the world. Actually, three of my boyfriends (including the current one) have had friends who chew. Let me tell you, cleaning up your basement after they've been over and finding half a pop can full of tobacco spit isn't that great. I mean, what girl WOULDN'T love a can of some dude's nasty spit? Thanks guys, I'll cherish this FOREVER. All the guys I know who chew also seem to have phlegm problems. Thanks, but I'd rather not hear you eject your entire respiratory system through your mouth.

I also think smoking is extremely stupid, especially for kids my age. Our generation grew up with all that D.A.R.E. shit, signing papers that said we'd NEVER do DRUGS EVER, BECAUSE THEY WILL KILL YOU EVEN IF YOU ARE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEY ARE. But most of us went on to do recreational drugs throughout high school, and some of us decided that wasn't enough and ended up in rehab after a semester in college. I get that. I get wanting to try new things. What I don't get is seeing black lungs and nasty teeth and wrinkly faces and fucked up voices everywhere you go and thinking, "Hey, that looks fun."

I'll be honest. When I was in high school, I smoked cigarettes. (HOLY SHIT, I know.) My boyfriend was 18 and he'd buy me expensive packs of cigs that tasted like chocolate mint and cherry. I also loved smoking clove cigarettes, that tasted like RedHots. I figured, if I'm going to do something detremental to my body, I might as well do it with something that tastes delicious.

But my mom smokes. She's smoked for a long time. I don't know when she started, but I'm guessing it was sometime around high school/nursing school. She smoked when she was pregnant with me. And she's tried to quit. I can't count the number of times. She's tried the gum, the patches, hypnosis, everything. But she can't quit. I know she wants to, but it's easier to keep doing it then quit.

So my question is, to those in my generation, why are you trying to set yourself up for a lifetime of addiction?

And aren't you FREEZING when you take a smoke break outside?

(And isn't it embarassing when you know non-smokers are laughing at you as you do a little dance to try and warm yourself up?)

blegh

2006-11-13T18:31:00.000-06:00

This fall kind of sucks... It's very gray, and I wish it were sunny and colorful. But alas, it is not to be.

I'm going up to St. Paul! Hopefully I won't mess up and forget to post!

b l o g b l o g b l o g

2006-11-13T10:51:00.000-06:00

I'm having a terrible time focusing on doing my work. I have to write up four questions for English, but I haven't read enough of my book to get them done. So I'm going to use the next half hour to read and turn them in tonight. I also like to spend time blogging instead of homeworking. I am awesome.

I figured out my midterm GPA, and boy am I excited. Right now I have a 3.32. This might not seem that amazing, but considering I barely passed high school and passed 1 out of 3 classes my first semester of college, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm that girl, the one who always had "not working to full potential" on her progress reports. I'm smart, I just didn't care about homework. Now I realize that it's not THAT hard to write 1-2 pages (double spaced) about a book. If you write anything semi-coherent, you will get a check-plus. (Check-plus = good, Check = ok, Check-minus = bad).

I'm thinking of heading up to St. Paul this weekend to visit my friends at the school I used to go to. I have to call them to see if it would work out... But if it does, um... Watch out.

sunday morning

2006-11-12T11:22:00.000-06:00

This morning Nate and I took my dog for a walk in the park by his apartments. I got some sweet shots of Nate midair:

Here's another picture I took that I kind of liked. I took this while swinging and not looking through the viewfinder:

That's all for now, I need a nap.

no, seriously

2006-11-11T10:46:00.000-06:00

(#47 from No One Cares What You Had for Lunch By Margaret Mason)

"Outline ten truths you believe to be universal."

The three worst feelings in the world are:
Heartbreak
Grief
Being hungry but not knowing what you want to eat

Baby animals will cheer you up no matter how pissed you are.

Everyone can tell if your plant is fake.

People would do more for the environment if they knew how they, personally, were damaging it.

Even if you haven't showered in five days, if you wash your face, you will feel better.

The best vacations are the spontaneous ones, where you go somewhere close by and discover something amazing, like the best place to get breakfast or a neat little shop.

A girl will take a handmade gift over an expensive one any day. And if she doesn't, she isn't worth keeping around.

Retail therapy DOES work, as long as it's not extravagant.

No matter how bad the weather is, people will STILL drive like assholes.

When I check the messages at work, and it says there are six for me to listen to, but two of them are hang ups, it's the best feeling in the world.

What do you think is universally true?

remember when...

2006-11-10T21:31:00.000-06:00

...I used to write posts about important (and not so important) lessons I was going to pass on to my kids?

That was a good idea.

And of course, now I can't think of anything good.

How about, don't become a drug addict? I think that's some pretty useful advice that a lot of people I know could benefit from.

Weather in WI was TERRIBLE today. Yesterday and the day before were GORGEOUS, with summer temps. Today was tiny hail (sleet?) then snow: big, huge, honkin' flakes of snow. My puppy loves it, but I don't. I DID get to wear my sweet boots. That's always nice. I'll try to get a picture of them up soon. If you're lucky... Sluts.

short post

2006-11-09T12:37:00.000-06:00

Busy day.

Massage tonight.

Mmmmmm.

i hate wisconsin

2006-11-08T08:56:00.000-06:00

Dear Wisconsin,

Why do you suck so bad? I know I said, "Who cares?" about the election, but the truth is, I care.

I don't want to discriminate against those who live a different lifestyle than I do. I don't want to punish them because they don't fit within the "norm." I don't believe that gay marriage/unions are detrimental to the state of marriage in the US. I think that homosexuals should have the same rights as heterosexuals. Even though I don't practice religion, and I'm not sure if there is a God, I'd like to think that he/she wouldn't have made people the way they are if he/she didn't want them to be happy. Like my mom said, God hasn't talked to me about this, so I don't know what he/she thinks. So until I find out, I'm going to treat everyone equally. Why couldn't everyone else feel the same?

Why did my wonderfully liberal state all of sudden turn hopelessly conservative? Why are we on par with Texas, with the banning of civil unions and adding the death penalty? I feel so silly now that I have seen the process of "democracy" in action. I went out, I took time to sit in line and cast my ballot. But still I was overruled, and I feel that Wisconsin will be the one to pay the most. Do you think that changing the Constitution will make all the gay people go away? Because you just signed yourself up for years of protests and appeals.

I know some people are happy about the results, and I feel sad for them, because they are so narrow minded and stuck in their ways. I've heard a lot of adults, like my parents and my professors, talk about how they've messed things up for my generation. But I get the feeling that my generation isn't doing too hot either. We're wrecking the environment, wasting resources, killing innocent people, and basically making Earth a dump. I feel like I'm in a small minority of the 18-24 range who gives a shit about our world. Most of my peers are happy to just go on buying Louis Vitton purses and Prada sunglasses, and not caring about the world around them.

I want this to be a better place. I want to be able to express my opinion and let everyone else express theirs, whether or not I agree with it. I want Washington and the government to play fair, and to stop hurting the majority to benefit the minority. I want everyone to stop calling names. I want my kids to accept everyone for who they are, and I want all the kids they talk to to do the same. I want my kids to have senses of humor. I want the WORLD to have a sense of humor. That's the best way we can deal with the problems we face. I want everyone to realize that if they just do a little bit, change one light bulb, start printing on both sides of the paper, start recycling their plastic bottles, that we can save millions of trees and other materials by reusing what we already have.

I'm sorry Wisconsin, that now instead of being an ideal place to live, you've become an oppressive state that doesn't really tolerate anything. I used to be proud of saying I was from Wisconsin, but now I hang my head in shame. I just hope that we haven't irrevocably changed, and that someday we can look at you with pride, instead of embarrasment.

Hopelessly Jaded,

Cate

election day

2006-11-07T14:17:00.000-06:00

But who cares about that?

Since yesterday's post was lame and short, I will now show you some pictures.

Thanks to HollyRhea, I've been reminded of the awesomeness that IS Perler beads. For those of you who were cool enough, you'll remember these little beads you'd stick on a pegboard then iron to melt them together. Kind of like shrinky dinks, but TEN THOUSAND TIMES BETTER.

Anyway, I've been searching around the Perler website, and they have this deal where if you send in a picture of your project made with Perler beads, they will put it in their gallery and send you something free. I believe that you could send in a picture of two beads stuck together, say it was made by your two year old, and they would post it. Here are some of my favorite amateur projects:

These are the types of things you should be making as a child. They have no color scheme, other than multicolor, and some of them don't even make sense! See Victoria, Age 5.

Then there are the kind of weird ones...

Why a bottle of glue? Why the half-girl, half-skeleton? AND WHY, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, THE TELETUBBIES? These are all questions that will go unanswered.

Finally, you have the people who have waaaay too much time on their hands. Example:

Seriously?

perlerrific

2006-11-06T20:38:00.000-06:00

OMG. Thanks to this website, I rediscovered my love of Perler beads.

Short post for tonight, pictures tomorrow if you're lucky!

day five

2006-11-05T17:26:00.000-06:00

Thanks to some website I was reading, which I can't remember the name of now, I found this:

It's fairly new. I believe they started the newsletter in March of this year, but already they have an impressive amount of cool projects, products and inspiration. The only thing I don't like about the website is the header. I think it could be improved. But who am I kidding? I'm using a generic blogger template.

Speaking of which, I now have a small library (4 BOOKS!!) about HTML/XHTML and CSS programming. I am PSYCHED. Pretty soon you're going to see all sorts of crazy shit going on in here. Like this: I do NOT support the Wisconsin Constitutional Amendment regarding civil unions.

Thank God that takes forever, otherwise I might just have rainbow posts all the time. And I get a feeling that not everyone would enjoy that as much as I do.

shopping... nnnnrrr

2006-11-04T21:52:00.000-06:00

Posting a little later than usual today. Nate's watching the History Channel, something about white supremacists, and I'm reading the internet. I discovered the joys of del.icio.us today, and tagged all the great websites I've found over the last couple of months. Much better than copying and pasting into a draft e-mail.

I went shopping with my mom today, came home and PASSED THE FUCK OUT. I don't really like marathon shopping, something I definitely inherited from my mom. So we hit up a couple of stores and got some new clothes. My faves: the black with white polka dots hoodie from H&M and the red Product(Red) hoodie from Gap. I felt it was worth it to get a piece of clothing that I would wear until it dissolved into bits of fluff AND support people with AIDS in Africa. As much as I find Bono annoying and pretentious, I still support most of his causes. I think it's those glasses. I mean, are you serious?

White supremacists are scary. Very scary. The end.

embarassing mos

2006-11-03T15:41:00.000-06:00

I was just reading the archives of Heather Armstrong's blog, Dooce. In honor of her 4 year blog anniversary, she posted one of her embarrassing moments, and invited others to do the same. So instead of commenting on a post that's over a year old, I decided to post about my best embarrassing moment.

Last Spring Break, Nate and I went to visit my brother in Seattle. We were down at Pike Place Market, and I had to go #2. So I headed down to the (gross) bathrooms that were a level down.

If you've never been to Pike Place, let me give you some advice: If you don't like other people being able to look at you while you're going to the bathroom, find restrooms other than the public ones. The doors were so short that even I, at 5'3" could see over the tops quite well.

So I'm sitting there, hoping that using the bathroom will make my stomach ache go away. I look up and straight into the eyes of a Mexican man. I ask in a little voice, "This is the men's bathroom, isn't it?" He says, "Yes, es for hombres." So I quickly flush and get the fuck out of there.

Then I go into the women's bathroom, and some dude who is cleaning the bathrooms looks into my stall as he's checking to see if the bathroom is clear. What the heck Seattle? Can't you give me some privacy?

no nablopomo?

2006-11-02T14:41:00.000-06:00

I checked fussy's website, but I still don't see my name on the list. Hopefully it's just waiting to be updated.

Yesterday I pulled up to my parent's house and was greeted by the sight of seven or eight men on the roof. Since there have been hail storms in the last couple of months, a lot of people in the area are getting their roofs redone, my parents included. I don't mean to sound racist, but because of all the jobs available, there are many Latino guys working. So I park on the street (because they've taken up the entire driveway with a huge truck that has a dumpster on the back) and go inside. No matter where you are in the house, YOU CAN HEAR THEM WORKING. I know a lot of you out there are like me and think of sleep as something precious, to be worshiped and respected. I knew that if I stayed the night I would be woken up at daylight to the sound of heavy boots clomping across the ceiling. So I headed over to Nate's, where I spent the night. And awoke this morning at 9:15, well rested and ready for the day.

Tonight is AMAZING SMORGASBOARD OF LEFTOVERS night at my house, so Nate and I are making a feast. Hopefully everything isn't toxic.

p.s.

2006-11-01T10:43:00.000-06:00

If anyone knows how to make the NaBloPoMo image on the left into a link, I would be eternally grateful if you'd show me. We're not that far along in my book.

i suck at life

2006-11-01T10:22:00.000-06:00

Particularly getting to my 8 am class, no matter how many times I tell myself I'm going to attend every class all week. That went out the window yesterday when I skipped everything to write a speech.

Today is my first post for NaBloPoMo. Instead of writing English responses or catching up on watercolor, I'm blogging. Par for the course. I also spent about an hour this morning learning XHTML. You have to give me credit for that. Instead of learning Spanish, I was learning the amazing ways you can add headings to your website!

The book I bought to help me through this transition time in my life is called "Build Your Own Web Site the Right Way Using HTML & CSS." For the first chapter I am writing the code for a completely useless website about underwater diving in the south-west UK. But since I am trying to be more positive (after hanging up on the boyfriend for telling me I am too negative) I realize that this is a great way to learn how to code, and I appreciate the author's enthusiasm! YES!

I hope to be able to soon make my own templates for blogger, because (shh!) the ones they have here SUCK. I love drawing and design, and it pains me when I have to put up with generic, BORING templates for my INCREDIBLY INTERESTING blog.

I'm going to shower.

things that bug me

2006-10-31T13:32:00.000-06:00

Being asked the same question twice in a row. EXAMPLE: "Cate, do you want beans for dinner?" "No, thanks." "You sure?" "Yep, I'm sure. Because you and I both know that I will not eat beans of any kind thankyouverymuch. But thanks for asking me twice just to make sure I still hate beans."

People who throw things in the sink that are supposed to go in the trash. Like eggshells. Were you going to wash and keep those eggshells?

Soup that isn't super hot.

When Nate walks in front of the TV or tries to hump me while Grey's Anatomy is on. Though I will admit I do the same thing while he's watching Pardon The Interruption.

Those super deep under the skin pimples that you squeeze but never amount to anything except a hideous scab on your face.

When my parents open my mail.

The fact that I spent five years of my life learning about dinosaurs instead of interesting things like American History or any other history other than prehistoric.

Bugs.

When I haven't shaved my legs in a week and wearing pants makes them itch.

The fact that I tried to buy Mighty Girl's book at Barnes and Noble and they DIDN'T HAVE IT.

That if I don't take my ADD medicine I end up writing blogs instead of writing speeches.

marmaduke

2006-10-29T16:03:00.000-06:00

While surfing around the internet, instead of working (because there was NOTHING TO DO because most people don't work on SUNDAYS), I came across this wonderful website: Joe Mathlete Explains Today's Marmaduke. As most of you are probably aware, Marmaduke is a very subtle, intelligent comic that is suited for more refined tastes. I was amazed at the depth that Joe goes to with his interpretation of Marmaduke. This comic happens to be one of my favorites, though I have only read a couple dozen and look forward to reading more. Enjoy.

seriously?

2006-10-29T15:37:00.000-06:00

ME: *Name of place that I work.*

PERSON ON THE PHONE: ...

ME: Hello?

PERSON ON THE PHONE: ... (background noise of a woman talking)

PERSON ON THE PHONE: Is this *place that I work*?

ME: Yes.

PERSON ON THE PHONE: Oh. Well you should answer that way.

ME: I did.

PERSON ON THE PHONE: Oh. Can I get So-and-So's extension?

ME: Sure.

PERSON ON THE PHONE: Hellooo?

ME: *dials numbers then hangs up.*

This is the SECOND time this guy has called today, with the same thing happening both times.

toiletiquette

2006-10-28T14:14:00.000-05:00

Brilliant word, eh? I thought of it myself when I was thinking what to title this post. I'm sure it's been used before, but not around me, so I claim parentage of this word.

I don't understand why someone would NOT wash their hands when they go to the bathroom. It's one thing if you're in your own house and you're in a hurry. But I was in the library bathroom the other day when this girl just pees, flushes, and gets outta there. I was standing at the sink, washing my own hands, and she kinda glances at me then leaves. Weird. I am hoping that she had some instant hand sanitizer in her backpack, or she was on her way to scrub in for surgery so she was going to wash her hands anyway, and not touch anything on the way to the hospital.

I also have a hard time when I'm in the bathroom and someone farts. It's one of those things where you know you SHOULDN'T LAUGH, but you want to anyway. I was recently in northern WI with my boyfriend's family, and we were at this little restaurant by their cottage. His sister and I went to the bathroom, and there were all these crazy ladies who were getting drunk at 2 in the afternoon. While his sister was peeing, the woman in the other stall tooted, and Rachel started giggling. It was one of the hardest things to do, to not giggle along with her.

I'm working right now, my job as a receptionist. One of the people who works here just left, and I'm watching her get into her car out the front windows. She has a baby carrier with a blanket over it, and I swear to God that she didn't have it when she was working in here. Where did she keep it? Locked in her office? The tiny fridge in the break room? Weird.

While working on my Spanish homework today, I translated by blog into Spanish. I was fun to read everything I've written en español. I also downloaded Firefox onto the company computer because I hate having all those little IE windows open. Now I just cycle through the tabs and it makes my life sooo much easier.

Back to work.

oh. my. god.

2006-10-26T15:35:00.000-05:00

WHY did no one every tell me about this before? This is BRILLIANT!

It's a free disposable (aka recyclable) organizer that you can customize then print out. I found it on the Modern Cottage website, which is also pretty awesome.

Which brings me to another thing I've been thinking about: Is there some sort of code with linking other people's websites? As long as I'm saying good stuff, that's ok, right? If you own the website that I am linking to, and you don't want me to, uh... Let me know.

P.S. I need to mention that I have the COOLEST BOSS EVER, and when I miss the bus (which I do on a fairly regular basis) he says, "Oh well, so you work for half an hour. Mail hasn't even come in yet. See ya when you get here!" True awesomeness.

That's all I have for today. I have to go to my effing speech class and learn about NOTHING. (Sorry for all the caps. I am just SOOO EXCITED about what I'm writing about.)

adhd meds + coffee = too much energy

2006-10-24T15:42:00.000-05:00

Right now I feel like I'm on overdrive. I took my ADHD medicine, which I do not take every day. This is because I don't need to have it every day for it to be effective. But I knew I needed to get a lot of stuff done today so I took it.

Then I grabbed some free Free Trade coffee at the cafe, and had to sit through about an hour of lecture. Needless to say, I'm a bit restless.

My plan is to stay after class and work in the library. Yikes. I can't imagine what I am going to get done.

That's it for now.

beer bottle bash!

2006-10-23T22:24:00.000-05:00

If you were to ask me about my Saturday night, you would be asking for more than you bargained for.

Nate picked me up after the first day of my Navajo weaving workshop. We went to his apartment, where I vegged out for a couple of hours, watching the second season of the 4400. I like weird sci-fi shows, ok?

Then his friend Nick came over, and we started having drinks. Nate's roommate and his girlfriend came back from their anniversary dinner, and they all began a game of Asshole. I was occupied trying to drunkenly win a Madden 2006 game. Or is it 2007? I really don't care.

I gave up on the game because I hate being excluded (as Nate will attest to). All I remember is that I was President, and I was Asshole. And I was drunk. Here are a couple of pictures to illustrate that:

I was also extremely annoying, another fact that Nate can assure you of. I was loud, I pinched, and I threw my gum in his beer. Multiple times. I was not the most fun person to be around, especially if you were dating me.

By this time I have three beers in front of me: two warm Old Styles, one unopened, and an cold open Capital Amber. I had also had a strong vodka cranberry and half a bottle of champagne. Did I mention that I am a 5'3" tall? And like any normal college student I have put on weight since I graduated from high school?

A fun game that Nate likes to play when he's drunk is the "let's make fun of Cate for being chubby" game. He never says it when he's sober, but he knows it will piss me off if he says it when he's drunk. I also know that he's doing it to piss me off, which doesn't really help things because I'm ultra sensitive about the weight I've put on. If you're thinking this is in any way a bad thing, let me remind you that I put ABC gum in his beer. Multiple times.

So when I heard him say, "Whatever, chubs," I got pissed. I poured my Capital Amber on his lap. This was the first poor descision of the night. I should have poured the Old Style on him. I also made the mistake of pouring it on him when he had his own beer bottle in his hand. What resulted was strong contact between said bottle and my nose.

It didn't break. That doesn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. I freaked out, ran into his bedroom and locked the door. Meanwhile, everyone else had to clean up and then left. Whoops. I called my friend Lisa and my friend Kennille. Neither could give me a ride, and Kennille suggested that I call 911. So I did, telling them I had fallen down the stairs. Then I got my shit together and walked out.

AN AMBULANCE CAME TO PICK ME UP. I was not expecting that. I got to be strapped into a gurney or whatever the fuck it is, and driven to St. Mary's hospital. Where I promptly told all there that if I didn't pee RIGHT NOW, they were going to have to deal with a potentially broken nose and wet pants. Actually, I said, "Not going to lie, but I might pee my pants if I don't go RIGHT NOW." So I walked across the hall and all was well.

They checked my vitals, and I told them what happened. They asked multiple times if I wanted to press charges, which I said no to. I had no idea what happened, and I was still drunk. (I went pee like five more times in the two hours I was there.) I told them I wanted to sober up before I did anything.

I was left alone for a long time, and thank God they had a TV in there, otherwise I would have gotten into trouble. I spent about 45 minutes on the phone, calling Kennille and my friend Kat, who has broken her nose. They both cheered me up, and made me feel better about the whole situation.

I also called Nate, who had sent me a text saying, "We are done." Yikes. But he was worried, and he went to his parent's house because he didn't want be at his apartment. I talked to him a couple times, and he was pissed (because I had been so obnoxious) but he also felt bad for what he had done.

I had a lot of time to amuse myself while in the ER. I spent a good 30 minutes taking pictures of myself, including this one:

I also found out something hilarious:

I spent some time drawing on the dry erase board, watching Runaway Bride on TV and unplugging cords to the monitors. I have drunk ADD sooo bad, you wouldn't believe. When I'm drunk I can't really sleep, and I get giggly and chatty.

Then Nate called to say that he and his dad were going to come pick me up at the hospital. Nice. I had to wait for the nurses to come check me out, cause apparently they had other "emergencies" to deal with, more important then my slightly damaged nose. We finally got out of there, and Nate's dad dropped me off at my parent's house. Nate didn't really speak to me the entire night, cause I guess he was still pissed. Whatever.

I passed out on my parent's couch and slept. When I woke up, I had a sweet gash on my nose, and a headache that felt like little gnomes were smashing my sinuses with Swarovski crystal hammers. Don't ask.

That's way too much excitement for one entry, so I'll cut it short. I'm going to bed.

first friggin picture

2006-10-20T20:02:00.000-05:00

That isn't of a kitten or my sexy self.

I took this one night when it was raining. Nate's watching an E! True Hollywood Story on TV right now... And making comments to himself about it. Yikes...

Skipped my Spanish test today and got my hair cut. Whoo hoo.

hi.

2006-10-19T13:08:00.001-05:00

This is me. I am badass. The end.

ha-cha-cha

2006-10-19T12:48:00.000-05:00

I skipped Watercolor today to write my essay, and man do I love block quotes. I used up almost an entire page with a quote from Jane Eyre. I am now on my fourth page, and the minimum is five! So I will probably go to the max of seven! I am so excited!

I really need to find my flash drive so I can put up some nice pictures.

The girl next to me at the lab has a livejournal. LAME.

That's all for now. Don't be surprised if I blog later tonight, avoiding the studying for my Spanish test.

"i'm gonna blog all over your butt"

2006-10-18T18:05:00.000-05:00

These are the words spoken to me when I tell my boyfriend that I am going to blog about him. We just finished having dinner (a rrotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, plus appetizers [cheese, sausage and crackers]). Now he's resting his head on my shoulder watching me type.

I bet this is sooo interesting to anyone who reads this.

Maybe I'll start a blog where I talk about what I'm doing at that very second...

Right now I'm avoiding writing an essay that was due today, watching Scrubs on Comedy Central, feeling really full, and trying to figure out what I was thinking about writing about earlier.

AND NOW I REMEMBER. Why are tampons so fucking expensive? I remember when I was young, before I even needed tampons, and they were like ten cents. Now it's like fifty cents to get one of those things! Who carries around that much change? All my change goes in a plastic box.

Also, how come every time I need to buy a tampon, and I actually have correct change, the machine is empty or broken? Damn irony.

That's all for now.

Cate

neck braces are hilarious...

2006-10-18T10:03:00.000-05:00

... And there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise.

My boyfriend's roommate hurt her back, and has to wear a neck brace. I feel bad for her, but the sight of someone in a neck brace makes me giggle. It's one of those things that you know is inappropriate but you can't help it. If I was in a neck brace and someone started laughing when they saw me, I'd probably feel pretty bad. On the other hand, I might also start laughing myself.

I did laugh at someone once when I saw them in a neck brace... My ex-boyfriend, who was in a minor car accident and got whiplash. I think one of the things that makes it so hilarious is the expression most people have when they are wearing a neck brace. It's like they know they look ridiculous, so they have this resigned grimace on their face. Just thinking about it makes me giggle.

Which is probably also inappropriate, because I'm in the library right now. I stole my parent's laptop to write an essay on, since it has Word and wireless internet. Instead I'm blogging, because I can't wrap my head around the essay I'm supposed to write. Five to seven pages about the religious themes in Jane Eyre. I know what to say and what I want to talk about, but I can't do it. It's due at 2 pm today, and I have to work at 11:30. So... I might be skipping English to finish the essay, then e-mailing it to my professor.

Did I mention that I've known about it for about two weeks? And I had a week with no English classes (meaning no other homework) to write it? And that I didn't have any classes on Monday and Tuesday? And that I am the biggest procrastinator in the world? No? Well...

*Sigh* Oh well, looks like I have to knock out a half-assed essay...

Cheerio,

Cate

damn internet

2006-10-15T10:09:00.000-05:00

So I tried to post last week, with pictures, and the internet at my apartment is so bad that I couldn't load them up. I swear I am trying to do this on a regular basis, but now that I actually HAVE homework, and I'm working, AND volunteering with some PACs, I don't have a lot of time... Weird, huh?

I volunteered recently with the WI League of Conservation Voters. What I like about them is that they score each representative on how they vote on conservation issues. The environment and education are two things that are important to me, and I would like to work to change. So I went to their office for a couple hours and made some phone calls. I got hung up on twice, which was impressive since I called at least sixty people. It was fun. We made fun of the mean people when they hung up on us, and were happy when we got to talk to people about conservation issues and change some minds.

I've also been slowly working my way through two DIY projects. My dad built me a coffee table that I need to finish painting, and I am also making a shelving unit I found in ReadyMade magazine. I will post some pictures to show you what they look like in the end.

My whole intent with writing this post was to talk about animals and their symbolism, and how messed up it is, but now I have to go do some homework and WORK (boo!), so I'll save it for later.

Peace Out Homies,

Cate

snooze

2006-09-28T15:17:00.000-05:00

I am so ready to go home and go to bed. I had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn this morning so Nate could drop me off on his way to work. But since I didn't have to be into work until 11, I had time to sleep, hang out, and get some breakfast.

I have pictures to upload from last night, specifically Ross' amazing 180.

That's all for now, I finished bullshitting my speech and now it's time for lunch/dinner.

xoxo,

Cate

huh?

2006-09-27T09:46:00.000-05:00

So I wanted to test out how you add pictures onto your blog. And I did it. So... here's a kitten.

yay for pictures!

2006-09-27T09:35:00.000-05:00

Start looking forward to pictures on this blog. I just got a new (refurbished) Kodak digital camera that I am in love with. I will try and post some pictures tonight, otherwise it might have to wait until tomorrow night.

Yay for new things!

xoxo,

Cate

a new leaf

2006-09-14T14:31:00.000-05:00

That is what I'm turning over. If it means what I think it means.

I've decided to become more dedicated to my blogging. My current school schedule gives me loads of time to do nothing. My classes aren't that hard, I barely do any homework, and I mostly sit on the internet in the computer lab or read a book. Or play sudoku on my palm pilot.

I love college. It's so full of people easy to make fun of. Like the girl in class yesterday who wore pink ugg boots, dark sea foam green cords, a bright aqua sweatshirt, a rainbow knitted scarf and a scarf with flowers on her head. I'm hoping she just closed her eyes and grabbed whatever she felt first, otherwise I might be faced with the complete lack of judgement on how colors should go together. As a former Art major, it's hard for me to not critique anything visual.

The one good thing about having a lot of time is that I am more organized now. I have time to sit down and balance my checkbook. I have time to write out everything I need in my planner. And I have time to write long, rambling blog entries about how I have nothing to do.

My blogging stamina is not too good, so I'm going to go play sudoku or read. I have an hour and a half before my next class. Last night my mom asked if my teacher was retarded after I told her that my teacher thinks George W. Bush is a good speaker. Hilarity will ensue.

work sucks

2006-08-24T16:03:00.001-05:00

It's my second day as a receptionist and I have already hung up on the same person twice. I have also lost the information for someone trying to make an appointment, and have no way of contacting them to get it back, since I didn't write down their name.

Oops.

But hey, at least I am getting paid well ($10/hr). I have also successfully ordered my textbooks for the next semester, except for Spanish class. My college's bookstore won't give me the IBSN numbers for my textbooks so I can't be sure whether or not I'm getting the right ones. Which really pisses me off, because my previous college's bookstore did. They said they couldn't give them out because it would take business away from the bookstore. I can't even go look at the books, it's all private. I told my mom about it and we both agree that it's ridiculous.

Well I feel back blogging while I'm supposed to be training, so that's all.

moving out

2006-08-18T12:35:00.000-05:00

When you move out of your parent's house for the first time, try not to take everything you've ever owned. And if you're going to college, when you come back for winter break, don't take everything home either. Take the necessities, and leave the rest. Are you really going to use your three-hole punch on vacation? No.

I found an apartment downtown, and I am moving in soon. I am very excited, because it is my first real home away from my parent's house. I'm living with another student who goes to the university in my town, while I am going to the private college. We're going to paint and make it cute... I am so excited. I'm going to sign the lease tomorrow, so i can finally get my keys and start moving in. I will definitely have some more advice for the future generation after that endeavor.

xoxo,

Cate

break

2006-08-01T14:37:00.000-05:00

Even though I've been doing this blog for less than a month, I decided to take a break. I had a pretty rough weekend, but things got better. The last week has been just kind of getting back to normal.

So here's my wisdom for today. Don't spend all your time with your boyfriend. Because after awhile, you start to lose your independence. So take some time and go do something with your girlfriends or your mom and just take a break. Otherwise you start fighting about nothing because you're tired of each other.

That's all folks.

Cate

ohh wisconsin dells...

2006-07-22T14:33:00.000-05:00

You are so silly. If you're going through a rough time, surround yourself with people who cheer you up. People who are upbeat, like to have fun and can make you forget about what you're worrying about. If you've broken up with someone, what better way to get over them than to have as much fun as possible. Probably more fun than they're having. Heh.

Night,

Cate

don't be crazy

2006-07-21T23:52:00.000-05:00

That's all I have to say for today's blog. Don't be crazy. If you're worried that people might not want to hang out with you or not like you as much, DON'T DO IT.

Long story.

Night,

Cate

mmm, cereal

2006-07-20T22:18:00.000-05:00

Time for another installment of “Wisdom for My Children.”

When you get to college, take advantage of every opportunity to go shopping with your parents. Since you’re not around as much, they are more likely to splurge on things for you. They will also buy you a year’s supply of fruity snacks if you can convince them it will help you get better grades.

I went to Sam’s Club with my mom today. I now have about three month’s worth of cereal. I LOVE cereal.

Night,

Cate

the beginning

2006-07-19T21:30:00.000-05:00

This is the first entry into what will hopefully become a wealth of knowledge.

Many kids my age are always saying, "I’m going to raise my kids in this or that fashion." but how does that translate 20 years from now, when we actually HAVE kids? I get the feeling that a lot of information gets lost.

So today, my wisdom to pass onto my children is this: do not get second-degree sunburns four days before you have your school ID taken. Number one, because your face is going to blister and leave freaky half-scabs/half-dead skin flakes. Number two, because you have to meet your advisor and fellow classmates looking like you have leprosy. Number three, because if the sunburn is also blistering on your thighs, you will walk like you have something stuck up your butt.

It seems like common sense. But when you're a nineteen-year-old girl who is hung-over and doesn't much care about applying sunscreen regularly, you make mistakes. It also doesn't help if you don't tan. At all. Ever. And the fact that I had no idea what day of the month it was, or how many days until my transfer registration day, thanks to the lack of a steady job or calendar.

Another bit of wisdom. If you're writing, it helps to make the area you're writing on smaller, because it looks like you've written, and therefore accomplished, more.

Night.

Cate

i feel sick

2006-07-17T18:48:00.000-05:00

i might throw up. i got ultra sunburnt on saturday after spending eight hours on the lake with the boyfriend and his friends. i should have been slathered in sunscreen, but a hangover and being tired made me lazy. i am now paying for it. the worst is my legs... they are burnt right up to where my bikini stops, and it is hell to walk. now i feel nauseous and like i don't want to move for the next week.

wish me luck, and leave any advice on how to get over this faster. i'm off for a benadryl cocktail.

xoxo,
cate