Monday, November 15, 2010

I'm Getting Addicted

I would love to direct a movie someday. I only dream of the day when I get an assignment saying, "Direct a movie (JIA Appropriate)" and nothing else. Well, maybe a time limit or something. No partners, no historical documents, no point... just a movie. SO FUN!!! Oh well. I guess since I know that is not going to happen, I should just direct one for the fun of it. You think?

Does anybody else ever feel like they have that knack for saying the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time? I hope I'm not the only one.

O.P.I. nail polish is not as good as I thought it was. I ain't as good as I once was. I got a few years on me now. But there was a time, back in my prime....

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Broken Camera

Spirit Week: 2010. The best week in which we have to attend school out of the whole year. Except for one thing... I broke my camera this year. I had it in my backpack to take pictures of everyone during spirit week and set it down a little too roughly. It made me ultra-sad to find out it was broken. Now, whenever I think I look cute and want to take a picture of myself. I have to sneak into my moms room, get her camera, and switch our memory cards. I just made it sound like a.) I think I look cute a lot and b.) I always have to sneak into my moms room.

Clarification: a.) Come on... there hasn't been a day when you thought you looked cute? Not one SINGLE day? That's right... there has.
b.) I only have to sneak into my moms room when I am getting her camera. If she saw that I had her camera she would be all like, "What are you using that for?" and I would have to come up with some lame excuse like... "Nothing." Which, let's face it, that never works with moms.

I just looked downstairs and my mom had her hand in a candle. Weird? Don't worry, it wasn't lit.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Terms of Service

I was inspired to write a blog from one of my best friend's writing one. She has a way more exciting life than me (as she lives in Ecuador), but I figured, blogging is a good way to just write out your feelings. I won't even care if anyone reads this, but if you are reading this, I admire you for even trying.

One thing I already like about this is that when you stop typing for a few seconds, blogspot totally saves what you have already written. My computer often freezes up and says, "Haha Kristin, now you are going to have to shut me down the wrong way!" I'm serious. It does that probably 4 times a day. So, I would like to thank blogspot for this amazing feature. Way to be blogspot, way to be.

I would like to provide everyone a caveat (vocab word) about my blog. My mind is crazy. Most of the posts probably won't make sense in anyone else's mind, but mine. I jump around so much. (That almost sounded like I was being literal. Does the word literal even work there?) However, for the sake of any random person that might be reading this, I will try to make sense as best I can.

Does anyone ever read the terms of service? Do you know how much time that would take out of life? You would spend every single minute of every single day just reading them. I am sure glad that most people don't read them, yet still agree to them. They make me feel less guilty. Do we realize how important that is though? We are pretty much signing our name on a commitment. Like the Little Mermaid. That still doesn't make me care more though.

Guess what I just got to experience? My computer mocking me. Oh well, at least blogspot saved it!

Anyways, I do intend to write more meaningful posts, but I figured my first one shouldn't be too overwhelming.

I love Space Heaters.