Published September 30th, 2014
I feel awful saying/typing that but I can't lie it was pretty rough
more on this later probably
Wow
I feel awful saying/typing that but I can't lie it was pretty rough
more on this later probably
A place for me to expand into a regular writer in the most obnoxiously modern way I know how.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
I feel awful saying/typing that but I can't lie it was pretty rough
more on this later probably
Friday, September 19, 2014
It's 2:48 am
And I can't get to sleep for the life of me.
Published September 20th, 2014
I dont know what it is, but I possess the completely useless ability to pull all-nighters like nobody's business, and still function the next day.
This of course has fucked me over in more ways than I can remember, but I guess that's just how it works.
I don't even do aything productive, which is something I can't wait to remedy in college.
I'm gonna go do some online shopping or some shit..
Bye
Kara(sa)
I dont know what it is, but I possess the completely useless ability to pull all-nighters like nobody's business, and still function the next day.
This of course has fucked me over in more ways than I can remember, but I guess that's just how it works.
I don't even do aything productive, which is something I can't wait to remedy in college.
I'm gonna go do some online shopping or some shit..
Bye
Kara(sa)
Monday, September 8, 2014
SHOUT OUT TO FIUCKING STUDENTLOANS.GOV
Published September 8th, 2014
I JUST LOVE GETTING MOUTH FUCKED BY THE SHITTY GOVERNMENT SITES
GREAT
FANFUCKINGTASTIC
WOW
GODBLESS AMERICA AND THEIR FUCKIN 90'S RETRO SHITTY GODDAMNED LOGO
*i swear this post is going to be taken down for cyberterrorism and i'm never gonna get federal loans and neither are my kids but jesusfuckingjetskiingchrist
Saturday, September 6, 2014
"Better Late than Never"- My new friend Dave
5:39 Train from South Norwalk. 25 minutes late.
Published September 6th, 2014
I had met Dave, and all of his other friends for that matter, on a bench inside the South Norwalk station. As per usual, my phone had died at the exact moment that I had something more important to do than snapchat the speed of the train to my friends. Dave and his friends were pregaming in a little circle, but were happy to let me in. in order to have access to the outlet behind their cooler. Now Dave considers himself to be a "man of all trades." He's an actor (look out for him in a Wendy's commercial soon), and a skydiver. He's thinking of becoming a cop, and writing a book about his life.
But the most important thing to remember about Dave is that he's a grade A douchebag. Like, think of the douchebag stereotype (A common example is "that guy with long hair who plays his guitar underneath a tree on campus and wears jeans with no shoes outside"). Now take that stereotype, put it in a black v-neck, and douse it in enough Old Spice to sedate a Bengal Tiger, and that's Dave.
He was nice enough, and offered me some drinks for the wait, He asked me about what I did, and replied to all of my responses with the phrase "Wicked cool," and some vague connection to True Detective. [Note: every time he mentioned True Detective, he turned to the rest of the group, and said, "Now I know most of you probably haven't heard of it, and I know it can go over your head sometimes but it's aahhmazing." every. time.] Then he started asking me about hookup stories, and I informed him that I didn't have many. because I had a boyfriend, He deflated, and rebuttled with "Yeah, I'd have a girlfriend if it weren't so.. committal. Like, if I wanna be a cop, I can't put someone through that stress. That's a pretty main point in True Detective." He then proceeded to regal us with the tale of how he convinced a married woman to sleep with him, after her husband cheated on her with [Dave's] sloppy seconds.
Needless to say, Dave was more proud of himself than anyone I'd ever seen. I don't even think his grandmother could brag more about her grandson. Which, I suppose, isn't a bad thing. Unless the thing that your proud of is the fact that you like True Detective more than your friends.
I doubt I'll ever see him again, so here's to you Dave. For showing me what too much pride can look like, and for convincing me to give True Detective a try.
Now, I know most of you probably haven't heard of it, and I know it can go over your head sometimes but it's aahhmazing.
byebye
Another Installment of "Better Late than Never"
hello all!!
so as you can see, I'm back to write another installment of my ongoing series, "Better Late than Never: The stories behind my train delays"
Now you may be saying to your computer screen or mobile device: "Hey, Kara, you've never written about this series before! you have 3 other posts and none of them even mention trains!!" And I say to you, my beloved reader: shut the hell up and let me explain.
A few months ago, I had planned to go visit my dad for the weekend. Everything was planned out to the last second, with no room for error. I got off of work at 6:00, and I planned on catching a 6:47 train. This meant that I had to drive home, shit, shower, change and pack all of my belongings for the week, by at least 6:40, so that I would have enough time to walk to the train station and buy a ticket on the platform.
I made it out of my house at around 6;45, and sprinted like I was the first one to the finish ribbon at the end of the marathon. I all but shoved every other patron aside to make my way to the ticket machine, where I mindlessly typed in all of the information, my eyes glued to the far end of the platform, searching for any sign of a train. I crossed over, and with an obnoxious sigh of relief, I melted into a seat, not caring that my bags pooled into the three other available seats around me.
I waited for a little bit, and called my dad to warn him that the train was running a little late.
Twenty minutes later, a voice over the intercom informed me that the train i had assaulted a little old lady to catch, had been cancelled. As well as all other trains after it.
This was the worst thing that could've happened. I wasn't even aware of the fact that trains still got cancelled until I heard this announcement. I couldn't call any of my family members for a few minutes, because all I wanted to do was curse out anyone from the MTA, or anyone who thought it was a quality service. But the silver lining to this shit-storm, was that I was not the only one who was losing their shit over this. No, it was me, and the 27 other people on the platform. For the first time in my life, I was apart of an angry mob, and proud of it.
One woman stood on a bench, and dared the MTA conductors to "fuck wit us," because she was "too fucking mad to lose."
A man began taking names and emails down to set up a county wide carpool, in an attempt to run MTA out of business.
I threw in my two cents, and was greeted with applause when I reminded everyone that "We payed good money for this shit!!"
It was one of the best experiences of my life, because of one of the worst.
Now the sad thing is, that was all just a backstory. Now the real stories come from the dumb ass conversations and people that I'm forced to entertain, while we wait more minutes than expected on the train platform.
So look out for this! I think it's pretty cool. I hope you do too.
byebye
Published September 6th 2014
so as you can see, I'm back to write another installment of my ongoing series, "Better Late than Never: The stories behind my train delays"
Now you may be saying to your computer screen or mobile device: "Hey, Kara, you've never written about this series before! you have 3 other posts and none of them even mention trains!!" And I say to you, my beloved reader: shut the hell up and let me explain.
A few months ago, I had planned to go visit my dad for the weekend. Everything was planned out to the last second, with no room for error. I got off of work at 6:00, and I planned on catching a 6:47 train. This meant that I had to drive home, shit, shower, change and pack all of my belongings for the week, by at least 6:40, so that I would have enough time to walk to the train station and buy a ticket on the platform.
I made it out of my house at around 6;45, and sprinted like I was the first one to the finish ribbon at the end of the marathon. I all but shoved every other patron aside to make my way to the ticket machine, where I mindlessly typed in all of the information, my eyes glued to the far end of the platform, searching for any sign of a train. I crossed over, and with an obnoxious sigh of relief, I melted into a seat, not caring that my bags pooled into the three other available seats around me.
I waited for a little bit, and called my dad to warn him that the train was running a little late.
Twenty minutes later, a voice over the intercom informed me that the train i had assaulted a little old lady to catch, had been cancelled. As well as all other trains after it.
This was the worst thing that could've happened. I wasn't even aware of the fact that trains still got cancelled until I heard this announcement. I couldn't call any of my family members for a few minutes, because all I wanted to do was curse out anyone from the MTA, or anyone who thought it was a quality service. But the silver lining to this shit-storm, was that I was not the only one who was losing their shit over this. No, it was me, and the 27 other people on the platform. For the first time in my life, I was apart of an angry mob, and proud of it.
One woman stood on a bench, and dared the MTA conductors to "fuck wit us," because she was "too fucking mad to lose."
A man began taking names and emails down to set up a county wide carpool, in an attempt to run MTA out of business.
I threw in my two cents, and was greeted with applause when I reminded everyone that "We payed good money for this shit!!"
It was one of the best experiences of my life, because of one of the worst.
Now the sad thing is, that was all just a backstory. Now the real stories come from the dumb ass conversations and people that I'm forced to entertain, while we wait more minutes than expected on the train platform.
So look out for this! I think it's pretty cool. I hope you do too.
byebye
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
An Honest Review: Criminal Minds
Published September 3rd 2014
also: my opinions are my opinions. deal with it. if you have an issue, feel free to email me so that i can explain to you personally that i probably don't care about your opinions (if they're legitimate criticisms, i may [MAY] accept them).
Criminal Minds is toxic. it is one of the worst things that could be streaming on netflix right now. 210 episodes of pure gore and disaster, paired with irrational female characters and downright despicable male characters. I. Love. This. Show.
I have no idea what draws me in so much. Maybe its the idea of evil being brought to justice. Maybe its Garcia's computer talk. Maybe its because i feel 100% better after watching every episode because no matter how bad i get, i'll never be bad enough to kidnap and kill babies and send their arms back to their families.
I hope that other people share my sentiment/obsession, because it's gotten to the point where I've started warning my boyfriend about going out into certain places when there are 30-something year old white males, because those are the men who are most likely to kidnap/kill people our age.
either way, that's basically what's been keeping me away from da blawg
everytime i open up the internet, i go straight to netflix and forget about everything else that was supposed to be important to me. oops.
also it's a bitch to sign in to this shit so sometimes i'm just like fuck it bye felecia