All Atwitter

Have you heard of twitter? Probably since pretty much everyone is way more technosavvy than me. I signed up for twitter this past weekend and I must say I'm kind of in love with it. Posts are 140 characters or less and you can post from your cell phone, online, or via instant message. It's great. I live at www.twitter.com/katydidz. Come see me.

Also, my last post was my 200th post.

Also, today is my tattoos birthday. Happy birthday tattoo!

Friday Randomness

Every time I see the acronym FAQ I read it as FAG. Which is kind of confusing because why would there be a whole page in a website dedicated to Frequently Assumed Gays? I do not know.


Also I got a 13 out of 25.

I didn't move

I missed it here.

I know I'm not here a lot but it's where I come when I just can't handle it anymore. I can't handle it anymore.

School this year has been a total bitch. I only have 24 more days of this semester and then I am done for three blissful months. I can't wait. School has been hard before what with the expectation to actually study and do my homework and learn my shit but this year has been a whole new level of insane on my poor being. I have developed an eye twitch. It has been weeks, maybe even months, and every time I think about class or an upcoming test or realize that "Oh Crap there is an actual possibility that I am going to FAIL!!!" my right eye goes haywire. In fact it's going haywire right now because I am 9 minutes away from taking an accounting test that I am going to fail. FAIL!!! WITH AN F!!!!!!

Our accounting tests are online and we have two opportunities to take them. I studied for three days straight for the last test. I read the chapter I practiced the problems I felt prepared when I sat down to take the test. It took me the entire 90 minutes to complete it and I felt pretty good about it so I wasn't going to take my second chance. Then around 10:30 that night, I decided I might as well take it again, just in case I got more brilliant. So I took it again (it was actually a completely different test because the questions are all randomly selected from a test bank of 200 questions). Anyway, I quickly realized that I was in fact screwed on the second go round because it was much harder and guessed my way through it using a combination of the limited knowledge I had of the subject matter and pure gut instinct. No big deal right because I did so good the first time around. WRONG! Do you want to know the results of the first test, the one I actually made a solid effort at? I missed 16. I got a 9 out of 25. That's a 36%. On the second test, the one I guessed through, I only missed 14. I got an 11 our of 25 or 44%. After he curved the hell out of it I ended up with a 74% but what if he doesn't curve this one? Rumor has it people are doing well on it and if everyone does alright but me, there will be no curving, just failing. FAILING! WITH AN F!!!!!

"But Katy," you may be thinking, "What makes you so certain that you'll fail? Perhaps this test really is easier." Well perhaps it is kind reader. That doesn't change the fact that this is the third test I've taken in three days and that I was so bitter from my last accounting test that I didn't study for this one!!!!

I.
Am.
Screwed.

There goes my eye again.

I've moved

Over here.

cafeone.blogspot.com

Maybe I'll have better luck over there.

Halloween

The Howl kinda sucked. Which makes me sad because The Howl is the party I look forward too all year. Oh well.

This was us:

My costume kind of rocked the world. I was very proud of it. And people knew who i was supposed to be. So that was good.

The rest of the costumes were pretty much the same as every year. Sexy Dorothy. Sexy Strawberry Shortcake, Sexy Dumb and Dumber. Halloween has really become just an excuse for slutty girls to be sluttier. Luckily, thanks to 300, men have an excuse to walk around in leather underwear and capes and nothing else. For that I am eternally grateful, cuz rrrrrow.

Oh Tony...No...

Dude. You're Anthony Stewart Head.



You were Giles. Rupert Giles! You were the bad ass british librarian that was a little too proper but could and would totally kick ass. Remember how every week you said "It's the end of the world" and kept a straight face and made everybody believe it? Remember?



You were on Doctor Who!



You're the Ballad Ghose in Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd.



You have worked with some of the most brilliant, off beat visionaries of our time!



And now this.

(May not be entirely appropriate for work)







I'm really honestly not terribly opposed to the movie. Tony looks pretty much like he's rockin what he's got to work with. It may be cool. Anthony Stewart Head in this movie is not what has me concernec. It's the fact that Anthony Stewart Head and Sarah Brightman are sharing a set with Paris Hilton. Seriously things are a little swirly when it comes to my sense of good and evil right now.

I need to go lie down.

The Dos Post

I have stories!! But first i'm just getting the disclaimer out of the way. Here's the thing, i do better with bloggerella here when I actually have something to say. Apparently that's a fairly rare occurence, so if I haven't posted in a long time figure my life is fine but boring and I'll tell you stuff when I have something worth telling you. This is one of those times. Two of those times actually. Lucky you.

Chapter 1: I'm Afraid

Remember "Tom"? No? Yes? If not, read this post. After that little event, things seemed to be progressing. "Tom" and I actually had conversations. They were small, superficial conversations, but they were still conversations. Then one of the ladies I work with mentioned to his boss that I was 24 and that he should date me because of my awesomeness. Then boss man says "Oh no. Katy scares him. She's too take charge." Enter rageful mid-twenty year old woman. I scare him?? I'm too take charge??? Are you kidding me? So I was sad for awhile mostly because of the ragey ragey rage that I was feeling and the fact that my very least favorite thing to hear is what I consider "Who Katy? No. She's too incredibly awesome." Does that make sense? No. I guess it could have been worse. It could have been: "Oh no. Katy scares him. And small children and dogs. That girl is ugly." So apparently I am the evil queen from snow white. Hot, but terrifying. Whatever! Whatever pansy man!! If you want to be scared of a super hot, independent, fun girl that's your own damn fault. Good day pansy man. I SAID GOOD DAY!!!

Chapter 2: Oh, I Got It. You Just Don't Know What To Do With It.

Last Saturday, the 29th, I went shopping in St. George (it's about 45 minutes away from Cedar). My friend and I needed some wandering and some retail therapy so we went to the mall. During our wanderings we came across a kiosk for colorevolutions. Make-up. We enjoy make-up in mi casa. Obviously we needed more information about the many many pretty and sparkly colors. Enter Giovanni. Giovanni is a 6'3" italian that is just plain pretty. At first I just thought he was doing salesman flirting but it felt like more than that. After I paid for my make up ($130 dollars...dude) Giovanni shook my hand, leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. Then I got out of ear shot and squealed like a little girl. I figured I would probably never see Giovanni again and moved on with my life. I was wrong.

Last night my mom and I went back to the mall to find dress shoes for her. Then we decided to walk around in the mall some more to see if there was anything that was screaming for my money. We walked past the same kiosk and a different salesman tried to wave us down. I told him I already used his products but my mom got roped in by the suave man with the pretty make up. So I was standing there listening to my mom and mr. salesman when Giovanni came up behind me. This story could get very very long. While my mom was getting her makeover, Giovanni and I talked for about 45 minutes. We laughed, we smiled, we flirted, we talked and talked and talked and then he shook my hand and said he'd see me next time he was in Cedar City and I said "You'll have a hard time finding me, Cedar's not that small." Then he said "I guess I better get your phone number then." *SQUEAL!!!!* He even complimented me on my confidence and I said that some people think it's a bad thing and he said "I think it's incredible." *SQUEAL!!!* So I gave him my number. I don't know if he'll actually call me or not but that's not really the point. I really REALLY hope he'll call though.