Deuced decisions...

Is it wrong that I saw today's kitten and wished that my cat's hair would fall out?

The dermatologist basically told me what I already suspected. In order to have a clear face I need to be on birth control. I can't decide if I should or not. She prescribed me some sort of topical thing but she said my best bet is to go back on Yasmin. The only reason I went off of Yasmin is because my womb was growing all wacky. And they say that taking birth control for long periods of time may increase your risk of cervical cancer. So I decided to go off of them (since I'm not a pregnancy risk).

I don't know how to decide here...

Your hair is...

I have always wanted to donate hair to Locks of Love. I thought about it during high school and college. And now here I am with a solid plan for my hair. The guidelines are that your hair can be colored or permed but not damaged....I'll have to check with a hair stylist to make sure my hair isn't damaged (it seems unlikely). And I need at least 10 inches. 10 inches seems like a lot, huh?

The plan is to only get really slight trims from now until July 27, 2007. This way I have long, luxurious hair for Katy's wedding and it can be styled any which way (if I am ever asked to participate in said wedding). A day or two after that wedding I'll cut it all off....

For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time...

I just got home from the Keane concert.

And boy did it SUCK.*














*If by suck you mean, it was AWESOME. The new stuff sounded great live, big baby head was amazing in all his awkward, tall rocker glory and the Metro was pretty OK. I thought I'd start out with it sucking because my sister had to back out at the very last second (as in she was in the city, had eaten dinner and was ready to go to the concert...and then couldn't). I thought maybe she'd read that sentence and have this tiny moment of joy and relief. And sure, that moment is ruined now, but one good moment is better than no good moment, right? There were things I didn't like:

1. being short
2. being short at a standing venue behind tall boys
3. drunk girls who scream and shout the whole concert and use words like "strategery"
   
4. republican boys who decide that since big baby head (bbh) said something vaguely political he no longer liked the band. bbh said something about the US being unhappy with our government (in his words "discontented") as is the UK with theirs and that is what the song is about.

I'm off to bed. I want to urge you to push the "Meet Elvis" link in the last post. Not only because it's me and the sister with Elvis, but also because the guy who is playing Elvis (what? it's not really Elvis? GASP) reminded me just a little of bbh. He was tall, sort of awkward...same way of talking/singing maybe? In case you don't know, big baby head is the pet name the sister and I have for Tom Chaplin, the singer in Keane (he's the guy on the right, with the big baby head).

Anatomy of a Vegas trip...

I didn't hate Vegas (my sister seems to be leaning towards hate). But I didn't love it. That's about all I feel like I want to say about it. I do think I'll go back. I think it would be tons of fun to go with a group of girls. In my mind we wouldn't be staying up to the wee hours with the drunkies but waking up, laying at the pool with drinks, eating, seeing a show, maybe some dancing....and then in bed at a normal hour. This may never happen.

Anyway, here's a run down of the trip:

Friday 8:30 pm: Supposed to fly out. Ted (you suck) for United, our airline, keeps delaying flight. We knew at around 3 that is was delayed an hour and a half. By the time I got to the airport it was delayed 2 and a half hours. We sat at the airport FOREVER and then sat on the plane forever. Ended up with a total delay of about 3 and a half hours.

Friday, 1:30am Vegas time (3:30 ours): Arrive in Vegas. Feel like I hate it already just because I'm so crabby. Slow check in at the hotel (around 2:15ish). Lots and lots of very drunk people everywhere.

Saturday, 9:00 am: Sister calls and wakes me up (jerk). We go to a buffet for breakfast. It costs a billion dollars but tastes pretty great. We wander around Vegas staring at people, animals, and curving escalators (cool!). Eat at In & Out burger. We gamble maybe $4 on nickel and penny slots. Dinner at a nice restaurant then Ray Romano (funny).

Sunday, 10:00 am: meet the sister, have a really quite delicious croissant. Go to the spa/salon and spend an astounding amount of money in 2 hours. Both get our hair done and looking the best it has in ages. We gamble a bit more. Get dressed. Attend/participate in a very short wedding. Spend time in a penthouse suite, chatting with family and watching the fountain go off every half an hour. Gamble a little more. Go to the reception at Circo. Meet Elvis. Eat, drink too much, eat. Gamble a little more. Drink a tiny bit more. Finally go to bed.

Monday, 7:30 am: Wake up, get ready to leave. Call the sister to ask if we can meet for breakfast. Go down to her room and tell her I don't think we have time to go to breakfast. She looks at me like a loony and tells me we have an hour. Turns out someone (me) managed to change the clock in my room to be an hour later than it actually is. Me and the roommate are ready and up an hour early (actually 6:30 am). Oops.

Monday, 10:54 am: Plane supposed to have taken off. We are in the plane, sitting there. Some computer isn't working and they have to "power down" the plane. They tell us we can stay on the plane which might get hot or exit. Bunch of people start to exit. Then they announce that never mind, they don't want us to exit. People get angry. Feels like we'll never get out of there (and really, should we want to with malfunctioning computer equipment?). We finally take off, probably about an hour late. And that whole hour was spent crammed on to the plane. I hate Ted. You suck Ted. If you are thinking of flying Ted, you might want to pay that extra $50 and change airlines.

And now I'm home. Kind of glad to be home and not traveling in the near future.

Breaking news...

Dear Justin,

I haven't written in a while.

But, if this is true and this is true...I'll meet you in Chicago. For you, I'd even go farther than eye-sex (gasp).

Yours,

Katie

The nerdiest nerd there was...

Over the weekend my Mom and her friends were making fun of my nerdery (in the nicest possible way). I think it started with me saying I would probably at some point end up with another cat. I know, I'm already a cat lady and three is borderline crazy cat lady. But honestly, at least the crazy cat lady is interesting. I wouldn't be just any twenty-something, I'd be the youngest crazy cat lady ever!

Anyway, one of my Mooj's friends said that all I needed to do was take up knitting and then bam, I was the crazy, nerdy old cat lady. And to be honest, I had, the day before, contacted my local knitting store about beginner's classes. Which I am now officially signed up for. I would love to have something to do with my hands while I'm sitting/watching TV...maybe then I could get rid of my picking fingers habit (although I'll never rid myself of the alien thumb I have created. Ask to see it sometime. One half of the thumb's knuckle creases have completely healed over. Freak!).

So I'm proudly embracing nerddom.

In totally unrelated news: I have decided that my old eyebrow waxer was sadistic. I got a wax from a new lady and it was 100% less painful. Now I'm just hoping the business can make it (it's a new, all waxing store). So if you live in Chicago and need a clean bikini area, lip, back, eyebrow...go there.

Infinite waste...

My feelings about Infinite Jest:

Relief that I never have to read it again. Possibly hatred. At some points in the middle it was interesting.

All I can say is good luck M and A....

Decision made...

If there are tickets available, I am buying one when I get home. And I will not be in the first row screaming...I'll be a respectable distance away (most likely balcony). Plus, I've decided that I'll be too busy having "eye-sex" with Mr. Dashboard to even notice I'm alone. Who wants to be surrounded by friends during an intense round of eye-sex anyway?

Suck-it emo haters.

In totally unrelated news, I have less than 50 pages left of Infinite book. Tonight will see me toiling away on the couch to finish that bastard. The excitement of starting a new book is palpable (wow is that nerdy).

Question...

Is it socially acceptable to go to a concert alone? Because I really want to see Dashboard Confessional...and no one I know appreciates the whole emo thing.

I think that some people may say, "no that's sad." And some may say, "Rock on, singleton." So how about if you tell me why you feel the way you do...

PS - sister, Margaret Cho is at the Chicago Theatre in July.

Two quick things...

For the next two or three days I am abstaining from blogging on this blog in a full out effort to finish Infinite Jest. I do not want to take this book with me to Las Vegas on Friday. I have 123 pages left and I hope I will be done on Wednesday.

In other news, I have started posting buttons. Please note that the newest buttons that I heart will probably not be up until middle of next week. I decided to post all the boring ones first.

Someone asked if they could purchase nerd button. I am going to have to talk to the artist about this. I am thinking these buttons are so good I could actually sell them elsewhere...but I need to make sure this is OK. After all it is not my artwork, just my labor, that made these buttons.

This just in...

Newsflash: Katie has forgotten how to dress herself. In a startling lapse (or regular occurrence?) of bad taste, she showed up at work today in a lime green, thin tank top with a red bra underneath. GASP.

While I was walking to work (right around the time I see all the men sitting outside Children's Memorial...a bunch of the workers from possibly the power generation area sit outside on their lunch break. There are anywhere between 10-20 of them) I realized this. Disaster. Turning around would have cost me too much time and I would have been late. So now the plan is to wear a sweater in the office. And flash my bra to the world on the ride/walk home. Ah well, what can you do?

In music news, I have an ill-gotten copy of the new Keane CD (thanks a billion S, even though you don't read this. A, tell him I say thanks). S told me it was really poppy and he meant that as an insult. But I love Justin Timberlake. So poppy can go either way with me. And in this case, I think I really, really like the CD.

In button news, I made 10+ buttons this morning and they are awesome. I'm not going to lie, these are the best buttons I've ever made. I love them so much (SO MUCH) that I'm going to post a little preview in this big empty space below as soon as I get back from work. I'm posting my current (and so far, all-time) favorite.



PS: the button is only so good because of the artist behind the actual painting, which is not me. If you go to that link and look around, you'll see pretty much every button that is coming up in the next few weeks. So if you want a surprise, don't look around too much...

Public service announcement...

Dear Trixies and wannabe-Trixies,

I understand that one of this year's spring/summer trends is white pants. I don't hate it and have seen it work out splendidly (on strangers and on a friend). However, I think at least three rules should ALWAYS be followed:

1. The pants cannot be skin tight. They can't even be stretched tight over your ass. Because then we can all see your skin underneath. And that is gross.
2. They cannot be thin. Because even if #1 is followed closely, if the pants are thin, we still end up being able to see skin.
3. You cannot wear black (or even any color) underwear with them. Worse, you cannot wear a black thong. The black thong is sort of like you understood that the panty line was awful and then forgot that your pants are white and a black thong under white pants is like a beacon to poor onlookers eyes. Heinous.

Love,
Katie

PS - please note that I eschew all rules when it comes to underwear lines in pants, since i refuse to wear a thong and going commando makes me feel all icky inside. Today I even had a very visible undie line. Sometimes I get all self-conscious about it, but I always leave the house anyway. It's only in my work pants...plus, I feel like if a guy were to notice it and care, he can go put on a thong and then see if he'll be complaining anymore.

Inevitably...

We all become our mothers....

In my case, this isn't a bad thing. But still a bit scary (really no offense Mom. You're the coolest).

But really, did it have to manifest itself in this way?

I had two friends over on both Tuesday and Wednesday. And yet, I felt the need to vacuum and really make the place clean tonight....because the "cat-sitter" will be here this weekend (while I'm in Florida). I cleaned for the strangers, not for the friends. Like my Mom who cleans for the cleaning lady.

See you all on the other side of the weekend...have a good one.

Shock...outrage...

So maybe it's shocking that I'm writing about politics. Or maybe it's shocking that Bush still has the power to enrage (Push that link, it's delightful and courtesy of my mostly Republican father - if he gets stuck, just click and move).

The Senate is supposed to vote on a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage today (possibly). This is not shocking. Bush has tried this before. However, this time some of the things out of the mouth of G.W. really got to me. Like the fact that gay unions "undermine the family structure." My first thought: Divorce undermines the family structure 1000 times more (if I even agreed that gay unions undermine family structure, which I don't). So let's amend the constitution and ban divorce. See how that goes over. But the thing that really got a reaction out of me (I think you could describe it as a huff) was this: "As this debate goes forward, every American deserves to be treated with tolerance and respect and dignity." Because the best way to tolerate and respect same-sex couples/people is to ban their unions. Clearly.

Note: all of my quotes are from this site so if they are wrong, blame them.

PS: what is also quite enraging is that I wrote this whole post, went to post it only to find that the whole important paragraph in the middle was gone. BLOGGER!

My Tivo, the born-again....

Is anyone else's Tivo trying to "save" them or is it just mine? Because I frequently have Tivo Suggestions from the WORD channel...

Mahalo...

My favorite word!

I'd like to officially welcome myself back to the land of the sane, cheerful and not worrying about school. Weird that I feel so "light" considering I have two finals left this week and I have gained a bajillion pounds in the last few weeks. But, I'm back from whinerville and expect to be a normal and chipper human until about the middle to the end of July. So see me now! Enjoy me now!

In totally nonsensical and very important news: I've decided to take my cartiledge piercing out. It is officially gone. I took it out to clean it and it was so nasty I didn't feel like putting it back. I have one less hole now.

I have another dilemma presenting itself...and that is which of these earrings to keep (both IS a correct answer) and which to wear with my funkalicious dress for a Vegas wedding. I don't know if either matches the dress (does it matter?) because the dress is at the tailor. But please note that the dress is Anthropologie and has that unmistakable Anthropologie feel...and now, if you could please tell me which you like, I'd be quite delighted:





I secretly like the big funky ones. I always wish I could put together a "look." Or even care a little about my wardrobe/style. But I hate shopping, so that dream dissolves in about 20 minutes when I'm on Michigan Ave or at the mall...