I'm on a roll, I guess

So now that I know two people might actually be reading my blog, I suddenly got redetermined to write in this thing once again. So here I am, scrambling for things to talk about... so I decided that my next few blogs were going to be specifically dedicated to all things BYU...

So as I was walking to school today, I noticed that there were some ridiculously good looking boys who go to this school. Like... ridiculous. Like when people were being created on the conveyer belt up in heaven, and God is dishing out the good and the bad to all the people, God just says, "Eff it!" and gives them all the good. Me, on the other hand, decided to have a little fun and give me the case of no-butt and sticky-outy-ears. But that's another story.

But these guys look fine. They glow. They are gods. But the most unfortunate thing about BYU is... that guys fall into about 4 categories... they can be extremely hot, but their personalities are almost always going to fall within the following categories.... let me elaborate.

FIRST: We have the socially-awkward-wants-to-be-cool-but-just-can't-Mormon.

Now, don't get me wrong, some girls just simply swoon over boys like this, who, when encountering a normally average girl can't find anything to say other than, "oh...... hi..........um...... shoelace?" Some girls find that endearing. I, on the other hand, feel so awkward that I want to swallow a fork in order to find a way out of enduring that conversation.

Also, I think that you can find a great sense of character by how a person dances. And these boys.... they just can't dance. If they even go to a dance. Which they probably don't. Actually, scratch that, they absolutely do not have a desire to attend dances. But let's say, for arguments sake that they do attend a dance because their mother's lives are stake, then you would likely find them huddling in a corner at the back wall, looking terrified as they stare at all the girls getting low on the dance floor.

This just won't do.


SECOND: We have the want-so-bad-to-be-cool-but-just-can't-quite-make-it

Now, when you first meet these guys, you think to yourself at first, "hey... this guy could be cool. I like him!" But then after a few visits with this particular male, you notice that there is something just not quite right.... maybe its the way that he laughs, with his mouth wide open with a bit of saliva on his chin.... or maybe it's the faint lisp that you suspect that you hear when he speaks. But after about a good 8 visits, you realize that this guy, is in fact, not cool. He is a nerd, wearing cool kid clothes and speaking in almost perfect cool guy dialogue.

Bring this guy to a dance, and you will be mortified. One second he will be attempting to do a worm on the dance floor, the next second he will be grinding up on girls... then he will be doing jumping jacks on the middle of the floor in a way that you have never imagined. He will attempt to drop it, only to fall over.... and then to try to do the worm again. You find yourself dancing with strangers and avoiding this boy at all costs.

This also will not do.

(sorry if you can't read the words... perhaps it's better if you can't)

And the final two categories of males at BYU will have to be postponed until a later date, because I have class in two minutes and I know that there is no way that I will make it there on time if I finish this blog... even though I don't want to make it there. Because its my last effin class of the school year, succa!!! And I want to skip.





. . . Ugh. I'm going to class.

Two new followers!?!

I officially have two new followers... and this pleases me to an extreme degree. So I decided to dedicate this blog to them. They are living in my apartment complex, and they told me this Sunday that they secretly follow my blog. So we got talking, and I promised them that I would write them a blog with some things that I love on it. So here it is, you two girls!

First, the best blog ever. She inspired me to write a blog!

www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com

(Read this. Let it change your life. :D)

Next: watch these two videos. Some say that this is entirely too morbid, but I find llama's who wear hats and also have murdering tendencies extremely hilarious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZUPCB9533Y

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpjyH-LkEAg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YES. I am so very pleased with 12 followers... I only need 13, and my life will be complete.















Here is me and my two new followers, dominatin' the blogging world. WABAAM!

So it's one...

Yup, its one in the morning, and I know that I should be in bed because oh too soon I will have to wake up and go to church... but I always find myself writing my blogs when I have something else that I should be doing.

Or maybe its the fact that I took a 4 hour nap starting at 5 pm till 9. That also can contribute to my insomnia.

ANYWAYS, I just wanted to relay a story that happened to me recently. Ok, so I have a tendency to always get caught in my underwear by guys that I don't want to see me in my underwear... for example, this summer I was caught 3 times by a guy that I didn't particularly like. So I swore to myself that I had learned my lesson, and that I would forever be clothed!!

Well, I just like walking around in my underwear entirely too much. But you see, normally at BYU, this wouldn't be a problem, because guys aren't allowed in girls bathrooms/bedrooms, so when would they ever see you so scantily clad?

Well, this year, I am living in a wacked up apartment. When normally bedrooms and bathrooms are nicely tucked away from the living room and kitchen, my tiny tiny bedroom is directly connected with the kitchen. So what this means is any time I need to walk to the bathroom, I must first pass through the kitchen.

It looks like this.

I can imagine you can see where this is going.

Well, it was a blissful Sunday morning, and I was about ready to hop into my shower... but I had yet to decide what I was going to wear, so I just grabbed some clean underwear and headed for the bathroom. After my 20 minute shower, I then donned my underwear and walked over to brush my teeth. The doorway to the kitchen was open, and through it I noticed that the kitchen window was open. I guess this is when I should have decided that clothes were the safest option, ... but instead I just continued my teeth brushing.

So here I am, happily prancing about in my apartment in my little white underwear (I always wear white underwear on Sundays, and no other day... I don't really understand why, but mainly I think it is because I feel more holy wearing it...). I then go and start to blow dry my hair... this takes about 15 minutes, and I blow dry my hair entirely upside down, so when I finish, I look like this:

Sexy hair, I know. So at this moment when I slowly whip up my hair, I happen to look out through my kitchen and through my kitchen window. And there he was.... about to walk into his apartment and staring in my direction.

So here I am, in my holy white underwear with my hair frizzed out to the max degree, locking eyes with some guy.

I looked like this:

After about 2 seconds of this horrifying stare-down, I slammed the hall door closed... I fell onto the floor, and hyperventilated a little bit.... I then proceeded to open the door very slowly, and army crawl my way back into my bedroom.

I would like to say that I no longer wear underwear around the apartment... but alas, I do. HOWEVER, I did learn one thing from this whole ordeal... which is to keep my effin windows closed.

Thanks for reading. :) This blog had actual pictures! HOORRAAAYY!

ps. I am almost positive that this blog has a million errors but I suddenly got tired and I want to go to bed while the sleepiness is there. So if you see some gramatical mistake, just leave it and move on.

I love you all! Here is a heart for the road.

........... I want a tattoo of this on my butt.

Word Vomit

Time for a word vomit blog. I don't know what I want to blog about, so this is probably just going to be a random collection of my thoughts. I just tried studying for my stats test for the last few hours, which ending up in resulting in me laying on my bed with my stats book open on my face. My thoughts were just racing entirely too fast, and once my brain reaches that speed, basically nothing can slow it down.

So I end up just letting my mind take over for a little while.... but then things get scary because suddenly all I can think about is what it would be like to be a prostitute.. and then I wonder if I would even be a good prostitute, and how much money I could make in one night. Or what it would be like to swim in green jello... or if I would like to be a snake or a rabbit more.

So then I was like "Kara, if you could harness this insane thinking right now and try very hard to type as fast as you are thinking, you could very well have a blog." And that is what motivated me to get off of my bed to come here. :)

Let's see. I generally have a rule that I don't talk about current romance on my blog. I don't know why, but I feel like my love life is entirely too personal to blog about. I am more than willing to write about previous loves on my blog... but I can't just start talking about the person that I am seeing on here. Maybe its because I am secretly afraid that my guy might be reading my blog, and then they will get offended that I am talking about our love life on my blog.

But I feel like I need to briefly BRIEFLY mention this guy that I that I am seeing, because he is in my life a lot as of late. So here I go... I am seeing a guy named Roberto. (I am sad to admit that I am using a false name here.. but at least for now I am going to keep his identity a secret.) So I have known Roberto for a while now, because he used to live in my old apartment complex. And we went on our first date in the beginning of October... so ya. :) Roberto is great.

Anyways, I'm going to go watch some anime at Robertos now. Enjoy this word vomit.

I love my car.

Ok, don't be shocked, y'alls... I know it is quite the accomplishment for me to complete two blogs within one week. (that is, as of late... before in the summer I would complete two blogs in a day... but that was back when I was like, a blogging goddess.)

But here it is, blog number 2 of this week. Why am I writing so many blogs? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I don't really have many midterms coming up, and my homework level is pretty low... or maybe its because I want to procrastinate doing the little amount of homework that I have. But whatever the reason, you are in for a treat. :)

So lets see... school is going pretty well, I'm excited to admit. I think that I should be getting all A's and B's this semester! (Which is quite an accomplishment for me here at BYU, where people literally kill themselves instead of taking an exam. sheesh.) My favorite class would definitely be my comparative literature class... I just love reading, and I feel like I never have time to read anymore with college and life and such... so having a class gives me a legit reason to put aside all other important things and allows me to curl up under a blanket on my couch and just read for a few hours. I love it. :)

So my friend Bri just posted a blog that had a bunch of pictures on it... so since I am too lazy to draw pictures, I decided to do the same thing. Here it goes!

I thought the best way to start my picture diary thingy would be for me to start the pictures off with one of me on a dragon. :) I find this picture very intense.

This is me drinking directly out of the stream ... uh, I mean, the fountain of youth. It came directly out of the mountain, so you know it is safe to drink. I go there every year and participate in this ritual... now everyone knows why I look so young.

This is me and my dad at Cub River, the place that I go every year to fish. I seriously love this place more than any other place on earth... maybe its because it is so beautiful, or maybe it is because its basically the only time now that I get to spend with my dad now-a-day, with school and all. Or maybe its because I love to fish and catch 17 fish in a day. :)

This is me and my bestie getting ready to go end some fish's lives. Actually, we just catch and release. But I thought that the previous statement sounded more bad-a.

So we drove my car down to Idaho, and we were waiting for my dad to come and get us... and then we stumbled upon this beautiful railroad, and decided that it would be perfect picture -taking material. I am now prancing down this railroad with joy.

yay for railroads. :)

This is my favorite picture of all time. I literally am getting teary-eyed just looking at it. Because this, dear readers, is my car. His name is Floyd. He is probably the greatest car of all life... and as I look at this picture, I just see all the adventures that I have embarked on because of him. I drove him on the night I had my first kiss... he drove me countless time to friends house's... He drove me to school day in and day out to high school. He putted me along to BYU, which has been the greatest adventure of him all.

My mechanic told me that my car has cancer, and only has a couple of months to live. To most people, this fact would sadden them, simply because they are bummed because they now don't have a car. But to me... I don't know, my car is FLOYD. He has a personality... he always stalls on me when I think that he is going to fail, and he drives so well when I kiss the steering wheel. He loves going over 50 miles an hour, but doesn't really like going above 70 miles an hour. He hates coming to a complete stop, and will often die (as in stall) at a stop sign in protest of stopping. I love my car.

Early morning/late night post

So its 5:30 in the morning, and I have to go to work in 10 minutes... and I have nothing to do until then because in my head last night I planned to get up at 4:45 so I could leave at 5:45... an hour seemed like an appropriate amount of time to get ready. But when I'm really tired in the morning and I drag myself out of bed like a freaking zombie and then decide against a shower despite the large quantities of grease in my hear, I realized I don't care what I look like. So I got ready by 5 in the morning, and have moseying about on facebook and youtube since then.

And then I thought to myself... Kara, you never blog. Blog.

So here I am. Though I can't really promise great quality writing here, because when I get up in the early mornings my brain is only about 17.6% on, so I stumble around and talk like an extremely drunk person. Also I have no memory of doing anything to my hair this morning. ... hmm.

Haha ramblings of a crazy person... that should have been my blog title. I am so prone to ramble... but ya I am sooo excited to go home for thanksgiving! I can't wait to go home, see my parents, see my niece and nephews!! I'm going to spend the night at my sisteros, doing makeup and whatnot. haha. Also I can't wait to see my besties from home! The only problem is I just have like... 4 days to see and do all the things I want to do. So I may not get to do all those things and have to wait the three weeks until I am home for Christmas Break. ... I love breaks.

Also, I'm getting sick... also I'm going to a concert tonight.... also I look like crap. And I'm hungry. But I think I get free jamba juice today from my work so I'm not eating. Also, I hate eating before 6 in the morning anyways.

This blog sucks. I'm so sorry. Normally I would know that I would make up for this crappy blog with an awesome blog later in the day, but we all know that just isn't going to happen. (I am so tired I just wrote "we all know that just ins't going to happy...) ..... so just take my blog, read it, and I completely give you permission to discard it as soon as you read it.

In fact, don't read it.

Too late, huh?

ALMOST A MONTH??

So I was just getting on my blog today, and I realized that my last post was September 17th!! I feel like I have betrayed you all... its like I found a dog on the side of the street, on the brink of death, took it into my house, nurtured it, LOVED IT, cared for it, and gave it little pieces of bacon as it slept in my bed, and then suddenly threw it out!

That's how I feel right now. I feel like I have neglected my blog... my poor little baby... it's probably starving to death.

Me: Blissful, blissful, unaware... hey... I should get on my blog... I haven't done that in a while.

Blog: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I'M DYING...........

Me: Oh my dear fish... blog... blog... are you ok?

Blog: . . . . . . so.... . . . . lonely.

Me: I'll post in your right away! I'll never let you go blog... I'll never let you go.

So here I am, fighting for my blog's life as I should be studying for comparative literature, or even better yet, SLEEPING.

But I thought that I will just quickly QUICKLY fill you in on my life. School is stressful, with my 5 midterms in the next two weeks and all. My social life is pretty lame, because all I feel like I ever do anymore is studying.

and my love life... don't even get me started on my love life. It got too freaking complicated, and then I started liking a guy who ended up not wanting anything to come from it... so ya, life is just complicated. and then I decided that I am going to become a MORMNUN. ya. That's right. A combination of a mormon and a nun. Or maybe I will just have an arranged marriage.

I just started rereading this blog, and I apologize now for the randomness of it all. But a blog is a blog is a blog... is a blog... is a blog? BLOG?

......... blog. :)