So I've discovered something pretty horrible about myself.
Apparently I do not like to share.
And I'm not talking about a silly playground fued over a swingset or who gets the first slice of pie. I realllly don't like to share.
Specifically, people.
Like... Friends.
Now just wait a second before you start conjuring images of me hoarding dead bodies in my basement... It's not like that.
I don't even have a basement.
I just really don't like the idea of losing my friends. I want all my friends to get along and shit. Like if I were throw a party I would want every friend I have to be able to come and enjoy themselves and jave fun talking to each other and shit. I'd even support two of my friends to hook up. Hell, I'd even (and have in the past) encourage it!
But that's it. I don't want you to enjoy each other so much that you start hanging out on a regular basis... Without me.
I know I'm being selfish.
Hell I know I'm being a really unfair selfish bitch of a person.
But I'm also being honest.
And, honestly, nobody likes feeling like they're being replaced.
Lately I've been feeling sort of like an interim friend. Like I have all these great friends but once I let them meet suddenly they're the good friends and I'm the kid who occasionally gets invited to the random fundraiser party.
Ugh.
Green eyed kitty is selfish and jealous and full of self loathing.
XxKK
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
SERIOUS SHAMBLES
I've been having a bit of trouble keeping this thing up to date lately, my apologies. I know it's such a common excuse but honestly once school starts up there's an avalanche of stress and before I know it I'm freaking out over being 10 minutes late and crying over my quiz next tuesday. I feel like I don't even have that much work and I'm probably stressing myself out way more than I need to but I just don't have enough hours in the day.
Although if I cut out all the worrying I would probably have more time to do the things I'm worried about.
Ugh. Logic.
This is sort of why I've become addicted to twitter. It's much easier because I don't have to sit down and type out a whole post I can just do it on the go. And most of the time it's just the same bite sized nuggets of worry, stress and bitching that I'm already doing. So if you're missing your daily kitty, get on twitter.
I'm going to make a conscious effort to try to update at least bi weekly (I figure one mid week and one post weekend should cover all the drama) on here and then daily bits of insanity can be found on the twitter.
My life has sort of gone from super perfect to quickly disintegrating quite rapidly over the last few weeks. When I first got back to the city I had this great apartment and I had time to chill and see my friends and be happy. Now suddenly I have class and homework and the house is getting messier and messier and I'm sleeping so much and fighting with my friends over ridiculous things and when I get home instead of cleaning or doing homework I just end up sitting on the floor watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU that I've already seen 40 times before just because I'm too tired to work or clean.
Speaking of fighting. MugWug and I have been getting into it quite a lot recently. We've always teased each other and played with how far is too far but lately, and I admit it's mostly me, I find us saying things that aren't funny at all. Like some seriously malicious shit. And it just feels like as my house gets messier and my homework pile gets bigger we fight more and then I definitely don't want to work or clean because I'm angry and would rather lie in bed all day and night brooding.
I don't know. I don't know if my life is going to shambles because I'm losing my best friend or if I'm losing my best friend because my life is going to shambles but both of them seem to be happening.
There's a Huskers game this Saturday (go check out KKC II to figure out what the hell I'm talking about) which I was supposed to go to with MugWug but maybe instead I'll maintain radio silence and spend the weekend trying to figure out what then hell is going on with myself.
Ugh. Being an adult is so complicated.
I just want someone to take care of me.
I pride myself on being so strong and independent but everyone needs someone at some point.
Well... that's about it. I'm going to wash my sheets and fold some laundry and try to put my life back together. Sorry this wasn't the usual witty-fest but sometimes a Kat needs to put her serious thoughts down too. Some adventures/hilarity to ensue soon, I pinkie promise.
Stay good.
xxKK
Although if I cut out all the worrying I would probably have more time to do the things I'm worried about.
Ugh. Logic.
This is sort of why I've become addicted to twitter. It's much easier because I don't have to sit down and type out a whole post I can just do it on the go. And most of the time it's just the same bite sized nuggets of worry, stress and bitching that I'm already doing. So if you're missing your daily kitty, get on twitter.
I'm going to make a conscious effort to try to update at least bi weekly (I figure one mid week and one post weekend should cover all the drama) on here and then daily bits of insanity can be found on the twitter.
My life has sort of gone from super perfect to quickly disintegrating quite rapidly over the last few weeks. When I first got back to the city I had this great apartment and I had time to chill and see my friends and be happy. Now suddenly I have class and homework and the house is getting messier and messier and I'm sleeping so much and fighting with my friends over ridiculous things and when I get home instead of cleaning or doing homework I just end up sitting on the floor watching reruns of Law & Order: SVU that I've already seen 40 times before just because I'm too tired to work or clean.
Speaking of fighting. MugWug and I have been getting into it quite a lot recently. We've always teased each other and played with how far is too far but lately, and I admit it's mostly me, I find us saying things that aren't funny at all. Like some seriously malicious shit. And it just feels like as my house gets messier and my homework pile gets bigger we fight more and then I definitely don't want to work or clean because I'm angry and would rather lie in bed all day and night brooding.
I don't know. I don't know if my life is going to shambles because I'm losing my best friend or if I'm losing my best friend because my life is going to shambles but both of them seem to be happening.
There's a Huskers game this Saturday (go check out KKC II to figure out what the hell I'm talking about) which I was supposed to go to with MugWug but maybe instead I'll maintain radio silence and spend the weekend trying to figure out what then hell is going on with myself.
Ugh. Being an adult is so complicated.
I just want someone to take care of me.
I pride myself on being so strong and independent but everyone needs someone at some point.
Well... that's about it. I'm going to wash my sheets and fold some laundry and try to put my life back together. Sorry this wasn't the usual witty-fest but sometimes a Kat needs to put her serious thoughts down too. Some adventures/hilarity to ensue soon, I pinkie promise.
Stay good.
xxKK
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I HAVE THOUGHTS..
...And if you honestly have an issue with that then you should probably go fuck yourself.
MugWug has told me that he feels I say "go fuck yourself" too often.
MAN UP!
Just kidding. He might be right, I became a litttttle obsessed with that phrase lately, much like I have recently become obsessed with the song Shark in the Water. (seriously, its an addictive song, I listen to it on repeat nonstop for like...hours. And I'm not exaggerating at all)
Anyways, more on my obsessing later.
Back to the I have thoughts thing.
So I'm finally starting to write again (not just blogs but also scripts) and it's been a long dry spell of no inspiration, creativity or drive. So I'm sitting in front of my celtx (writing program) and somebody asks me what I'm writing. So, since we're fairly good friends I start to tell them about my idea and how I'm still flushing it out and i'm not really sure where it's going but at least I'm putting some of it on paper at last.
Okay, technically on computer screen, but you get the idea.
Well I guess they didn't like my idea because they got out a condencending "ha!"
That's it. "Ha"
I was like... okay and?
And they just shook their heads and changed the topic.
Beware my little frenemy... I know how to make your death look like an accident.
Just kidding but not really.
Ha.
Anyways so I had a lovely day at school (like you care) and now I'm home. I'm home, where I told myself I would spend an hour cleaning, an hour reading plays, 30 mins of painting (or other relaxing artistic pursuits) and then a little more cleaning and then and ONLY THEN could I sit down and watch TV and chillax.
Well fuck.
I got home an hour and a half ago and I made the mistake of sitting down to go through my backpack. And then I turned on the TV to check the forcast for tomorrow. Then I wanted to see what was on later... but SVU was on so I ended up watching that. Because it was an episode I'd never seen. And then I made delicious dinner. And now I'm still eating and watching television.
Crap.
I need to clean.
I really need to clean.
ughhh I'd rather be lazy.
Shambles.
That's all for now. I need to go convince myself to get off my ass and clean up.
MugWug has told me that he feels I say "go fuck yourself" too often.
MAN UP!
Just kidding. He might be right, I became a litttttle obsessed with that phrase lately, much like I have recently become obsessed with the song Shark in the Water. (seriously, its an addictive song, I listen to it on repeat nonstop for like...hours. And I'm not exaggerating at all)
Anyways, more on my obsessing later.
Back to the I have thoughts thing.
So I'm finally starting to write again (not just blogs but also scripts) and it's been a long dry spell of no inspiration, creativity or drive. So I'm sitting in front of my celtx (writing program) and somebody asks me what I'm writing. So, since we're fairly good friends I start to tell them about my idea and how I'm still flushing it out and i'm not really sure where it's going but at least I'm putting some of it on paper at last.
Okay, technically on computer screen, but you get the idea.
Well I guess they didn't like my idea because they got out a condencending "ha!"
That's it. "Ha"
I was like... okay and?
And they just shook their heads and changed the topic.
Beware my little frenemy... I know how to make your death look like an accident.
Just kidding but not really.
Ha.
Anyways so I had a lovely day at school (like you care) and now I'm home. I'm home, where I told myself I would spend an hour cleaning, an hour reading plays, 30 mins of painting (or other relaxing artistic pursuits) and then a little more cleaning and then and ONLY THEN could I sit down and watch TV and chillax.
Well fuck.
I got home an hour and a half ago and I made the mistake of sitting down to go through my backpack. And then I turned on the TV to check the forcast for tomorrow. Then I wanted to see what was on later... but SVU was on so I ended up watching that. Because it was an episode I'd never seen. And then I made delicious dinner. And now I'm still eating and watching television.
Crap.
I need to clean.
I really need to clean.
ughhh I'd rather be lazy.
Shambles.
That's all for now. I need to go convince myself to get off my ass and clean up.
Monday, September 13, 2010
AW CRAP
I found one of the missing blog posts over at KittyKatComics.blogspot.com
I guess my blackberry thought I should be updating over there instead... I bet I'll find the other posts in the drafts section of KKC II.
My B.
Also, once my scanner is working again I'll start updating over at KKC II again but please feel freak to visit it to check out my lost blog posts and old comics.
I guess my blackberry thought I should be updating over there instead... I bet I'll find the other posts in the drafts section of KKC II.
My B.
Also, once my scanner is working again I'll start updating over at KKC II again but please feel freak to visit it to check out my lost blog posts and old comics.
RETURN TO THE COMPUTER
So I definitely wrote y'all a good 3 blog posts on my Blackberry but I didn't realize that they weren't uploading... my B. sorry for that my loves.
So I have internet in my house now, which means I now can upload on my computer from the comfort of the mattress on my living room floor.
oh yes, mattress pon floor.
That would be where I am currently sleeping.
Why? Oh... well... probably because two days ago I put the mattress on the floor for a super cute sleepover I had with MugWug and my girls MelBels and the lovely Queen Liz. (one of my disappearing blackberry posts was about this very cute event)
Well the morning after than sleepover I went in my room and something ran across my floor.
Excuse me, what?
Not fucking cool.
I really don't care if this thing was only the size of a thumbtack, I don't care if by now it's probably scared shitless and crammed in some hole and I really don't care if I'm bigger than it is. It fucking ran across my bedroom floor. It had legs and probably wings. Not cool.
So until I get over this fear slash have people over and have to clean up the evidence of my living room living. Oh and don't remind me that sleeping on the floor actually puts me closer to the bug. I know. I just cant get over the image of that little bugger running for cover.
Speaking of the sleepover slash MugWug, that boy is so funny. He and I are total opposites and apparently that applies to our biologies as well. I love the cold, I thrive in it, I cannot sleep if I don't have a good chill going on. Apparently MugWug is not the same... it wasn't even cold.. it was just below room temperature and this boy had, and I kid you not, a flannel sheet, a pink blanket, my summer duvet AND my winter thick comforter and he was still cold. I even tucked in the edges so he was all wrapped up like a little dumpling.
Ridiculous. Well I haven't turned the AC off since that night so now I, master of the below freezing comfort level, have two blankets on. MugWug wouldn't have even been able to be seen under his blankets if he were here.
Anyways, enough about sleeping on the floor/sleeping with blankets/pointless observations.
I'm getting pretty sleepy so I might go take a cat nap (and by cat nap I mean a proper nights sleep, by which I mean a couple of hours of sleep) but first lets talk about naps.
I don't really believe in naps. They've never worked in my favor, If I'm tired and I try to sleep for 20 mins - 2 hours I suddenly wake up 12 hours later and I've missed my classes, lunch with MugWug and a date with a semi-attractive asshole (which is about as good as it gets these days) and that's just depressing. So I don't take naps. But if I did I would define a nap as 20 minutes to 2 hours of designated sleep time. Just a quick recharge right?
Nope. Apparently certain men in my life *cough* MugWug *cough* think that a "nap" is a 4 hour block of undisturbed rest. And then he wonders why he can't sleep at night. *le sigh* sometimes I feel more like a mother to him and less like a best friend. Men... tsktsk.
Also, I fulfilled a weeklong dream of mine and ordered a milkshake before bed. It was delicious. So much chocolate deliciousness.
And then I brushed my teeth like a good little Kitty and here we are at bedtime.
Night loves.
P.s. remind me to post the draft I started about why college life is so awesome. It too mentions the sleeping on the floor and other wonderful things.
okedokey.
xxKK
So I have internet in my house now, which means I now can upload on my computer from the comfort of the mattress on my living room floor.
oh yes, mattress pon floor.
That would be where I am currently sleeping.
Why? Oh... well... probably because two days ago I put the mattress on the floor for a super cute sleepover I had with MugWug and my girls MelBels and the lovely Queen Liz. (one of my disappearing blackberry posts was about this very cute event)
Well the morning after than sleepover I went in my room and something ran across my floor.
Excuse me, what?
Not fucking cool.
I really don't care if this thing was only the size of a thumbtack, I don't care if by now it's probably scared shitless and crammed in some hole and I really don't care if I'm bigger than it is. It fucking ran across my bedroom floor. It had legs and probably wings. Not cool.
So until I get over this fear slash have people over and have to clean up the evidence of my living room living. Oh and don't remind me that sleeping on the floor actually puts me closer to the bug. I know. I just cant get over the image of that little bugger running for cover.
Speaking of the sleepover slash MugWug, that boy is so funny. He and I are total opposites and apparently that applies to our biologies as well. I love the cold, I thrive in it, I cannot sleep if I don't have a good chill going on. Apparently MugWug is not the same... it wasn't even cold.. it was just below room temperature and this boy had, and I kid you not, a flannel sheet, a pink blanket, my summer duvet AND my winter thick comforter and he was still cold. I even tucked in the edges so he was all wrapped up like a little dumpling.
Ridiculous. Well I haven't turned the AC off since that night so now I, master of the below freezing comfort level, have two blankets on. MugWug wouldn't have even been able to be seen under his blankets if he were here.
Anyways, enough about sleeping on the floor/sleeping with blankets/pointless observations.
I'm getting pretty sleepy so I might go take a cat nap (and by cat nap I mean a proper nights sleep, by which I mean a couple of hours of sleep) but first lets talk about naps.
I don't really believe in naps. They've never worked in my favor, If I'm tired and I try to sleep for 20 mins - 2 hours I suddenly wake up 12 hours later and I've missed my classes, lunch with MugWug and a date with a semi-attractive asshole (which is about as good as it gets these days) and that's just depressing. So I don't take naps. But if I did I would define a nap as 20 minutes to 2 hours of designated sleep time. Just a quick recharge right?
Nope. Apparently certain men in my life *cough* MugWug *cough* think that a "nap" is a 4 hour block of undisturbed rest. And then he wonders why he can't sleep at night. *le sigh* sometimes I feel more like a mother to him and less like a best friend. Men... tsktsk.
Also, I fulfilled a weeklong dream of mine and ordered a milkshake before bed. It was delicious. So much chocolate deliciousness.
And then I brushed my teeth like a good little Kitty and here we are at bedtime.
Night loves.
P.s. remind me to post the draft I started about why college life is so awesome. It too mentions the sleeping on the floor and other wonderful things.
okedokey.
xxKK
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