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Guys! Guess what I learned today! not only did somone in Maldova read my blog, but I have 18 page views in Russia! that's right, Russia! So to my dear Russian reader(s).я тебя люблю That's I love you in Russian. At least according to Google Translate. I apologize if I am wrong Russian viewers. If you're Russian and reading this, you should follow my blog and comment on your awesome life as a Russian in the feedback. I'd be super excited to hear about it!

In other news, I'm a legal adult now. So any older men that want to. . . never mind. Suffice it to say I'm not jail-bait anymore! and lemme tell ya, it was the best birthday ever! who doesn't want a surprise party with an Audrey Hepburn theme? losers, that's who!

So, it's been a while since I blogged. You know what that means?

Ok that little picture took a lot longer than it should have. oh well! its cute!

What shall we do it on? lets see! Let's talk about pet peeves.

I'm a usually very laid back person. not a lot of things really drive me totally crazy, but the few that do are highly irrational and have no business being in my brain.
1. I hate it when people don't signal. I don't sometimes either, but when you're on a busy street with lots of people its just courteous   (and legal!) to signal. Its really funny when people signal left then suddenly go right, i mean really? WTF?

2. You know on the microwave when you take something out before the timer rings and it goes "please press start. please press start. please press start." on and on? I hate that. More than anything else in the whole world! ask my mother she'll tell you. I can't handle it! how hard is it to press clear so people rushing out the door to school can look at the microwave to check the time without seeing those stupid words! This makes me QUITE PEEVED!

3. . . . i can't really think of a third one. i'm pretty laid back and calm. OH! stupid people. but they don't bug me so much as they amuse me. It's wonderful. they just make you feel smart don't they? 

PAYBACK TIME

First off, a message to Kate.

You have a couple of unpublished posts that seem finished, is that intentional?

Also, I changed your post editor to the new version, because I was quite peeved with the old one. 

Second. 

I miss you. 

All of you.

Thirdly.

I don't really have anything to say except

SUCK ON THAT!!!

(also, my teeth are like... ridiculously white in that photo... weird)

Remember Remember

It's the fifth of november. well the sixth now. But who cares?!

My friends are the greatest! Best surprise party ever! I love them all. I will post pictures soon (seeing as how its 1 a.m., or 12 if you're going to start day light savings, and the only reason i'm not in bed is that i can't find my book.)

I just had to share this with the world. (or all seven of my followers)

Fmylife.com

Today, I turned in an overdue English assignment at college. My instructor accused me of plagiarism, writing that my sentence structure was "TO" good. Seriously? FML i don't blame him. I love stupid people, they make me happy.

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words

Blogger Challenge Day #4:
A day in pictures. And what better day than Halloween?

Emily reading The Davinci Code in Psychology.

Me, reading Wheel of Time in Psychology.

Hannah dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood Princess Laya.

This is my Math buddy Logan This is our math teacher. Being Professor X.

dressed up as Wolverine

This is why math is fun again

What happens when you leave me alone with paper during class.

Psychology. You're not always evil. I <3 (less than three) Plato.

This is how I dress up for Halloween! Remember Remember!

******A note worthy note from the author *******

I got an email from Utah today inviting me to an application seminar. This is what it said, and I quote,

"The purpose of U Apply Day is to make your application process as easiest as possible."

Guys. I think this school needs me. And just more english majors sending out it's emails. Pathetic.

Pessimism: either you're right or pleasantly surprised

Today is Sunday. Sunday is my day to be lazy and not care about anything, including what I wear. It wasn't until my dear friend Chandler said he was coming over to pick up a forgotten book from my house that I realized what I was wearing.

yes that is a penguin pajama top, paint-splatter tank top, and plaid pajama pants.

Needless to say Stacy and Clinton would totally kill me for my clash of patterns. I can't help it if all my comfortable clothes are horribly mismatched. oh well.

NOW! Blogger Challenge Day 3:

is the glass half empty or half full?

This is the post I dread, because I don't have much to say on the subject. But that's alright, because you have that lovely photo to keep you entertained whilst I rant about optimism!

Lets get real guys. If you pour half a glass of milk, than your glass is in fact half full, because that's all you wanted. If you pour yourself a full glass of milk and then someone else drank half of it, it is now half empty. I don't know about you but when someone drinks half my milk I don't exclaim, "Hey! who left my glass half full?!" do you? If so you're probably a really strange person and should learn a few colloquialisms. You'll get along with people in the world better. Personally I just yell "Who drank my milk! I was going to dunk my cookies in that!" and then my mother's milk mustached and cookie crumbed mouth will tell me who it was.

I should probably rant about whether or not I'm a pessimist or an optimist. Well the truth is that For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic. Little plagiarized but its true. Outwardly I'm really quite optimistic. for example:

English class. Final test. Studied as hard as I could without my brain melting. The results? a 98%. the only reason I missed those two points is because I forgot a simple, stupid rule.

My reaction? "hey! I got a 98! That's awesome!"

In school I'm naturally optimistic. Probably because a 98% is really good compared to other tests I take. (Except this term! I got straight A's. I'm still in shock about this.)

In other people's lives I'm also an optimist. Your boyfriend dumped you? That's ok he was a douche bag anyway! Lets get ice cream! Your cat died? It's in a better place now. Besides cats are evil. You've rid yourself of something satanic.

In my own life, I'm actually rather pessimistic.

My rabbit died? Oh my gosh I killed it! Dramatic hair cut? ah! I'm hideous! this was a stupid idea! (although in reality I always have great hair I just forget sometimes) Random nose bleed? cancer! Bad grades? I'm never going to college! My boyfriend dumped me? Oh wait! That's never happened! Cause I've never had a boyfriend! ha ha lol! (no you're not. Whore.)

I'm basically paranoid parrot. Maybe that isn't pessimism. . . . oh well. Point is I'm a lot more inwardly high strung than my outwardly laid back, go with the flow, attitude would tell you.

But in all honest I stick to my original statement. The glass is only half empty when someone steals your milk! Mom!

Praise Allah!

Another thought, because I'm so proud and must share with anyone who will listen! (and you probably all saw it on Facebook anyways, but this seems to be more document. . . able... New word!)

For the first time since I started Jr. High, I have straight A's.

All A's or A-'s. I don't care what the stupid 4.0 students say, an A- is by definition an "A". there is an A in it! IT COUNTS!

I'm ecstatic.

To be or not to be?

Hamlet. Suicide contemplation. Best. Play. Ever.

Today - and mostly yesterday - I've been thinking about art. I know, I know. "again Kate? Really?" didn't we already have this discussion with the claymation issue? shut up! I don't even know why I keep blogging, but I do. . . emotional release I suppose. Stress reliever. A chance to pretend I can write. (Just kidding, I'm a great writer!)

Anyways! Art!

So here is my thought.

Is all great art suffered for? Is it great because someone suffered for it? or is it suffered for because it is great? Think about. I mean really think about it. What does it mean if you do not truly feel something for it. Some great pain or passion for what you create. Would Vincent Van Gogh still have been seen as great if he had not died because of his art? He was not seen as great while he lived. It is his suffering, that you can feel in the art that makes it so wonderful. You do not truly appreciate his paintings until you know and appreciate the man.

Can you really say you created something great if you did not have to sacrifice for it? What does it mean if you do not give up something for it? If you do not sacrifice a little bit of yourself to it, your time, your sanity. Your soul.

All art, all true art, is an expression of the soul (thus I disagree with Plato's theory on the soul, but we won't get into that today.) When an artist creates something they are truly giving a bit of themselves to it. That is sacrifice. If you do not give a bit of yourself to it, or all of yourself, than you do not truly care about it. If you don't truly care about what you are creating, than why create it? To make it great you must have passion and pain for it.

This is my conclusion: Sacrifice and suffering are the two requirements for great art.

So what do I have passion for? What will I give my soul to, to make it breathe? What do I want to bring to life like my own Frankenstein monster?

These are the things I think about when I'm downtrodden and contemplating my own artistry. I blame hormones. . . :)

Also! my last pieces of advice for you is to these two things.

#1: See Rent. If you don't you won't appreciate the next quite as much

#2: look up the sound Louder Than Words from Tick Tick Boom. Get the lyrics too. it makes it better.