Kat’s Pause 

Reading about fetishes on Wikipedia is great fun.

Henceforth I demand that all travel, both real and virtual, be done via spinner.

You need to watch this:

And now this.

I know my pyjama pants say CANADA on the butt, but when I’m walking to my bus stop at 8am through the freezing snow and I haven’t had a shower in two days, DON’T FUCKING HONK AT ME.

I’m sitting in the last row of Linguistics, and there is a girl in the front row whose hair is so shiny it is distracting me.

I am back in Smelly Hamilton after spending the weekend in Guelph with Dave. It was a thoroughly relaxing visit after a thoroughly stressful couple of weeks, not least of all because being out of the city for the weekend contributed to the longest break I’ve ever had from work (two weeks) since starting in May.

Fun memories:
Making pancakes which turned out more like coasters trying to be cookies
Playing Scrabble via Facebook on our Macbooks… on the same couch
Staying up until 8:30 in the morning playing Truth or Truth
Revealing my truly horrendous cardio while running to catch the bus back home — Dave is the only reason I was able to get there on time. If I ever want a jogging buddy/ personal trainer, I’m calling him.

Particularly the accompanying newspost; I despise Bratz dolls. My niece is into them.

On the other hand, somebody wrote a review of Beowulf in the style of an epic poem. AWESOME.

Just give me one day where I don’t screw something up. One day to not feel like a failure, to not burst into tears, to not stress out my boyfriend even more. One day to worry a little less. One day to believe things just might work out.

It’s true. The accompanying newspost, that is.

The Boy uses Axe — deodorant and bodywash. I put up with it because he is far more devoted to that brand than he is to me.

I am listening to “Mundian To Bach Ke” several times more than is appropriate for any white girl, and I cannot stop.

And I’m dancing too. Be afraid.

Also: Aishwarya Rai is a freaking goddess.

Counterproductively, I’ve been putting off writing anything in this blog because it’ll be the first post in a little while. Needless to say, this turns into a vicious cycle as the gap grows longer and longer and I still feel I have nothing of equivalent importance to post. So I’ve decided to just say unimportant things and not care.

I’ve been screwing up lately, various things, every day. Last night I forgot to get the keys to Mariposa from my coworker so that I could open the store today, and picking them up from her house made me late. Before that I’ve been sleeping in, missing classes and one quiz, leaving my bus pass at home, almost arriving very late ($16 for a cab saved me) to an exam for which I didn’t study much, for a class that I rarely attended. If not one thing, it’s something else, and it’s never bad luck, but my own natural stupidity. Fortunately, my latest string of inexplicably teary nights has come to an end. I hope I can soon say the same of my dumbness.

I love my Macbook. I was going to call it Galatea, but after realizing I mentally refer to it as macbaby, I’m just going to leave it at that. My baby, macbaby.

For myself, I’m deciding between Katherine Sarah Kelly and Katherine Sara Kelly. Once that H is officially voted on or off, I’ll be ready to change my name.