Katie and Courtney Love Could've Been BFFS!!!

Hey, Katie! How was your day?


That good? Moving on...

I promised to tell you about the cold medicines I was on.

I was on them from Saturday through Monday.

They made me feel like this:






And I felt like I LOOKED (and possibly acted) like this:






BUT I feel like Kristin would've told me...

I arrived to shoot my first scene of Matthew and Keith's movie on Saturday. I took Kristin with me.

A real conversation that happened:

Matthew: You made it!
Me: I'm soooo high on cold meds right nao...
Matthew: So, basically, you're just like a REAL ACTRESS!!!!
Me: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

After my "Adventures in Acting", I went home and attempted to watch "Cats" with Kristin.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW "CATS" IS NOT AN OK THING TO WATCH WHEN YOU ARE MEDICATED? RUM TUM TUGGER ATTACKED MY BRAIN STEM!!!!!

Cerebral cortex.

Other brain words.

But I was too tired and out of it to avert my eyes or move the body that had betrayed me and felt like it weighed two bazillion pounds.

I stayed on a couch pretty much all weekend. I was a sloth. A DRUGGED SLOTH.


Sloth on the ground, sloth on the ground. Lookin' like a fool, you a sloth on the ground!


Nah. I'm just kidding. I was clearly a sloth of the boxed variety.

And for some reason... I googled "Courtney Love Sloth" and the first result was this picture of Mr. T:


And to think. Sometimes, I think I'M random...

Cinnamon Rolls and a Tall Glass O'Milk

I am obviously feeling the need for some sweet sustenance.

Sustenance denied. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not ever. SOOOOO many calories.

Since I've been MIA, here are some things that have happened.

I now have an "office area" and I made some stuff to junk it up!!!




It's a lot cooler in person, I promise. Both projects were hard to photograph. And they'll both be junked up more. I mean, obviously the limb isn't JUST going to be decorated with crystals and a picture of me and my dog. There will be others added. It's nice to be crafting again. I've missed it.

In other news...

NJ got cat attacked and almost had to have his head amputated.




I said almost...

Stupid neighbors cat. Grr. His face was all swollen on one side yesterday, and I didn't really think anything INSANE of it because NJ and this cat have a history. An abusive one. Evil cat is always taking chunks out of NJ. Yesterday afternoon, I was singing "Can't read my/ can't read my/ no you can't read my puffy face (NJ's got one like nobody)".

Sorry, buddy. I didn't realize the vet was going to have to shave your face. And lance some stuff. And make you oozy.

NJ's face looks like how I feel in my insides. All bloody and cutty and oozy.

Oh well, this too shall pass.

For my innards as well as NJ's face.

Oh there I go, sounding all Emosey again.


(Haha. Sorry Mosey.)

Just two more things, then I'll go

1) You know how I linked to Tavi yesterday? (or whatever day that was...) Yeah. A) Girl's insane. B) Pretty dang sure we could be besties if given the chance.

2) I read this snippet from "Jane Eyre" today:

*Ahem*

"Still indomitable was the reply -- 'care for myself.' The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad -- as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth -- so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now it is because I am insane -- quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot."

You go, Jane.

COMING UP THIS WEEK (hopefully):

Katie and Courtney Love are BFFs (AKA "Adventures in Cold Medicine")

Things I've Been Learning as a Single Lady (AKA "Can I Have a Leopold, Please?")

To Whom it May Concern...

Ok, people.

I want you to go to The Style Rookie...

AND NEVER COMPLAIN ABOUT ANYTHING I WEAR EVER EVER AGAIN!!!

K? K.

Good talk.

Also, Cordy and I are both feeling better and on the mend.

Cold Medicine Makes Me an Incredible Human Being

Neat things have transpired this evening.

The latest:

My phone rings. It's midnight. I'm busy being sick and not sleeping, but I'm not in a state of full awareness either.

Caller ID says it's my brother.

My brother was supposed to bring me some pop or something earlier to ease my throatular discomfort. He failed to do so.

Phone conversation goes like this.

Me: *Murph gurgle smrph* Hello?

Person on the phone: Hi.

(Some other stuff goes here)

I realize that I don't know who's on the other line. My phone hath betrayed me.

Me: Who is this?

Person on the phone: IT'S FREN!

That's right. I am so out of it that I cannot tell the difference between my brother and my bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Me: I'm sorry. My dog is sick.

Fren: Maybe she took some of your cold medicine.

Dangit.

Ok, so yeah. I thought my best friend was my brother, I try to cover it with an ever so clever "My dog is sick." (Which is true, she is soooo sick.), he tells me to call him tomorrow, I whine "But I wanna taaaalk...." (Because the subtle whine of desperation persuades people EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.)

*Le sigh* (Do you know how long it took me to locate the asterisk in the dark? So much time.)

My brother didn't bring me pop. My throat feels all tickly and gross.

My dog is sick.

I'm wide awake now.

I don't have kleenexes, so I've got a roll of toilet paper on my bedside table... half a roll now.

Fren thinks I'm a druggie.

I'm watching Death Cab for Cutie on "Vh1 Storytellers".

I think Fren is right. I'm sleeping.

Sleepblogging.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you of the adventures of "Katie Trying to Keep Cordy from Dying".


P.S. Tomorrow I have to play a beautiful lady that a knight falls in love with in my friends Matthew & Keith's movie. Doing so with a bright red "cold" nose could be my greatest perfomance to date. (And I've had some GREAT performances in my life, LET ME TELL YOU!)

HAIR!!!

I seem to have come down with the unfortunate sore throat/ sinus crud that my mom and brother have/had.

Maybe it's just allergies...

Bottom line: throat hurts. Nasal passages are dripping.

I had yesterday off, so I pretty much relaxed. Matthew and Keith came over to pick out my costume for filming on Saturday, and then I had a nail appointment at 3. That's it. I felt pretty good, and then as the day went on, I felt bleh.

My hair looked like this yesterday:


Perfectly acceptable. Not bad hair.

But you know me, I get bored. Especially since I'm GROWING MY HAIR OUT. I am a restless person. I've got to push through this.

I've been reading Hair on the Brain a lot lately, and I decided "Hey. If they can do all that stuff, I'ma try it!" I mean, granted, a lot of it looks dumb, but they somehow pull it off. I'm sure I couldn't pull some of the looks off, but I thought I would try at least one:

SPONGE ROLLERS!!!

I had the good fortune to be born to a cosmetologist, so any time I wanted my hair done, all I had to do is say "Hey, Mom..." and she'd roll it for me before bed.

Not the case last night. I was on my own.

I could do this.

To prove my point, I made a bunch of "tough girl" faces...




Obviously, I am not a "section the hair off, and use a rattail comb to section off individual pieces of hair to roll" girl. I am a "grab a nice size clump of hair and just wrap it around the roller" girl.

After the hair was rolled, I hit it with a bit of hairspray. The next step was my favorite: I slept.

I had weird dreams, and I woke up with a roller digging into my left shoulderblade having falled off in the night, but other than that, it seemed to work well.

I was a tad disappointed and worried when the curlers first came out.


But then I shook it out.




(Cool action shots, huh?)

That made it a little better.



So then, I put my bangs back and put a flower in it.


Woo hoo!!!

Cordy looked worried.


I did my makeup, and put on a cute dress. Yay for dressing up for work!



Let's see the mailman come in TODAY and tell me I look boring!!! Mwahahaha!!!

Bittersweet Symphony

"And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold no no no no no no."



Trip down memory lane: check.

You're welcome.

Magnificence

This weekend was super cool. I got to hang out with Mom and Dad, FINALLY got my hands on a copy of "Aftermath", went to church, got to hang with Bill (my brother suddenly wants to be "Bill" now) and eat lunch yesterday, went to Ashlie's graduation partay, went over to Bill's and chilled some more, then went home and crashed.

The weather has been beautiful the last few days. On nice days like yesterday, I am super glad to live in a small town. You can eat lunch at the park and be pretty much alone. You can stand on a picnic table and take pictures.





Everything is pretty much within walking distance, and if you don't walk, then you ride everywhere with the windows rolled down. You arrive at your destination with rosy cheeks and a new hairdo. What's NOT to love?

(Right now, Miranda Lambert and Joel Houston are duking it out for the title of vocal champion of Mid Kansas Wireless thanks to Ryan. I'm guessing he does not approve of my musical choice and instead of saying something to me, he took the passive aggressive route and just turned his music on instead. TEAM JOEL!!!)

There was something else I was going to say, but I canny remember now. I'm going to blame it on taking a chunk out of my head with my blowdryer this morning...

HAVE A BLESSED MONDAY EVERYONE!!!