November 2010
"It's a fat kid on a slip-n-slide. His knees look...
I love Stefan.
October 2010
Also
Last night my friend John’s costume was a sign that said “Go Ceilings!”
He was a ceiling fan.
Haunted Houses or: Why I Should Never Participate...
Last night, Krista and I went to a haunted house put on by our campus Q&A (Queers & Allies) house. I went thinking, “Oh! College kids! What silliness will ensue?!”
There was no silliness. There was terror.
First, we waited outside while they prepared for us. Prepared for us to poop our pantalones. We were led in by a girl who handed us something wrapped in a towel, saying...
Halloween Checklist Completed
Strongbow Cider
Dinosaur hats
Purple wig
Face paint
Glowstick bracelets
Candy necklaces
Orange juice (I just realized today I pronounce it “orinch juice.” The South, y’all.)
A+ Roommate
Carved pumpkin
Boobs
Happy Halloween, from (whatever I will be dressed like) to you!
What Was Marie Claire Thinking With This "Fatties"... →
Sigh, the world sucks, lady magazines are awful, unhealthy body standards, rant rant etc etc.
On the Meaning of Consent
Me: So you're painting naked people now. How's that working out for you?
Katie: Fairly well actually. Except I feel bad for giving them tiny heads.
Me: Well, if you ever need models...don't ask me.
Katie: Who said it would be consensual?
Coffee with Katefeetie: A Summary
emmyinabox:
“I can’t tell whether I’m nauseated or aroused.”
Internet, I took your Emmy.
And I burned off her tastebuds with fancy dranks.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-10-24) →
The Shins (17)
Sara Watkins (14)
The Decemberists (6)
Jefferson Airplane (4)
Ludacris (3)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
The Film Theories class will be focusing on Film...
Basically, it doesn’t matter whether I decide to take Film Theories or Acting, because either way I’ll be spending the first ten weeks of next year pretending to be Humphrey Bogart.
This is one of those days
when people ask me, “How are you?” and I respond with inhuman grunts and a few weak arm-flails and then they stare at me with a mix of bewilderment and discomfort because you’re always supposed to say “good” or “fine” but I’m not feeling “good” or “fine,” I’m feeling like a few inhuman grunts and weak arm-flails.
A slogan I am willing to sell.
NETFLIX: BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS HOMEWORK?
My tummy hurts.
These days I try to act like an adult most of the time. Responsibility! Meetings! Laundry! Grunting! Yeah, you guys know what it’s like.
But certain situations turn me instantly into a five-year-old. Having to walk long distances. Papers being due. Boys. And tummyaches that might be a virus I caught from my improv director.
What I’m saying in this long-winded way of mine is, my tummy...
I miss it already.
A Note to Myself for Tomorrow Morning
Desperation and bashfulness are not within themselves necessarily bad qualities, but mix the two together along with various illegal substances and at the end of the night you’re the senior girl making out with the poor helpless freshman chick instead of the guy you’ve been lusting over for half a year. And that hardly computes as good.
Cast. Party.
Fuckeeeeeeeeeers
Show was good.
Not my favorite so far, but good.
Tomorrow night: Two shows in a row. I plan on rocking them, as I am wont to do.
Well, at least I'm not as nervous about being on...
Totally kidding.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I’M DEFINITELY GOING TO FART LOUDLY IN FRONT OF A THOUSAND HANDSOME MEN AND THEN OBAMA WILL BE SO EMBARRASSED FOR ME HE WILL ORDER ME TO DIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’LL HAVE TO I MEAN IT’S THE PRESIDENT’S ORDERS AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I will go to Busch Gardens and raise my arms to...
dysdaimon:
is what katefeetie said in my dream last night
My new nickname should be the Wise Man of Williamsburg. I have found my destiny.
Freeze-Dried Bitches
One day I’m going to start something and call it that, so I can say things like “Nobody messes with the FDB!”
I have a normal brain.
EDIT: “Freeze-Dried Bitches” sounds like a lady-cop show on TNT that’s the next logical step in Angie Harmon’s career.
EDIT II: “We tried all the other cops in the city, but it turns out the only ones tough enough to...
I am a cartoon.
11 PM. Avoiding the smell of my own feet. Just gorged on kettle chips and hummus and Fig Newtons. Watching British panel shows and Whose Line. Glugging a gallon of full-pulp orange juice. Trying to make my iPhone sync against its will so I can play Angry Birds Halloween. Slathering Aquaphor on my face. Wondering how I could be any sexier.
I just realized I hold my breath every time I...
morrowplanet:
I’m going to die early.
My brain makes karate noises. At first it was cute, how my mind was like “Hiiii-yaaaaah!” every time I flung an Angry Bird. Now it’s just compulsive and exhausting. “Hi. Fucking. Ya. Kill. That Bastard. Pig. Do it. Do it. Fuck you.”
I think what we learned today is that Angry Birds is good for the soul.
FUCK UN CHIEN ANDALOU
THAT MOVIE CAN SUCK ALL MY DICKS
ALL OF THEM
The Different Kinds of People that There Are →
I like this.
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