1(L) and Done

So I finished first year, (that last statement is a leap of faith which will leave me suspended until grades come in... oh, in ten weeks or something), and have started summer classes, and am feeling better about my fraction.  (1/3.5 Lawwwwwwwwyer! whattuppp!)

So let's talk lighthearted things.  I'm making my summer reading list, and as much as I have should-reads coming out the wazoo, I'm looking into all the Chelsea Handler my little brain can wrap itself around. Suggestions on other brainless, funny, lighthearted reading to accompany my Corporations textbook as I get my tan on this summer?  I've been told Something Borrowed (yes, you will be part of my grand return to the movies) is good, and considering how I like to read popular things approximately 5 years after everyone else does, I think I'm nearing that window.  Give me more fun ideas!

And something that's bugging me.  Bruno Mars.  You still make my heart melt with Just the Way You Are, (seriously, guys. this is the key to longterm happiness. just repeat these lyrics line for line. kinda like that seinfeld where jerry dates the girl who writes him a love letter verbatim from a movie, and it actually inspires jerry to get back together with her because it's so heartfelt.. until he sees the movie.  i'd still probably stay with you, even if i knew all along that you were copping bruno's lines.)

But WHAT, in all that is holy, is the lazy song?  I'm bopping around listening to you, and then I realize that someday, I'm going to be driving the Volvo Wagon to a pee wee soccer game, and lil KK is going to say "MOMMMMMM, what's P90X?".  It's like Mr. Mars wanted to take a snapshot of all the ridiculous fads of the moment, put it in a catchy little time capsule, and make me have to answer for it down the road.  "Yes, kids, 2011 was an interesting time, and good point, he did a pretty good job rhyming snuggie with dougie." 



And with that hair, I'm going to have to explain the difference between B Mars and MJ.  And that Alf was also in the 80's. And why these monkeys take their pants off. AND, why do boys think it's acceptable to lounge with their hands in their pants?  My first year out of college I lived with three guys who kept their hands perpetually in their underoos. I digress. Bruno Mars, I love you, and I will continue singing your lazy song, all the while knowing that I will pay for this someday.

Now get me to this long weekend, sunshine, iced coffee, my puppy, and summatime.

Hi Ryan!!

In case you haven't seen this gem:




I’m 57% sure this was not me… mostly because I don't really likes yo yos.

Spring now.

1.) On Earth Day, (Friday) you can:
a.) bring a reusable mug to Starbucks to get a free bevie.
b.) bring an empty bottle of face wash to any origins, and trade it in for a new bottle with this ad: http://www.origins.com/cms/special_offers/in_store_trade_in_20110422.tmpl

2.) It needs to warm up so I can wear these now:

Or let's be real, it needs to warm up so that I stop looking like an overzealous Bostonite wearing floral shoes and dodging puddles in this rainy spring.

3.)  I'm buying this tomorrow, cause I keep thinking about it.

This brings my summer 2011 dress purchases from american eagle to 3.  Which, sounds strikingly like summer 2001.

4.) I listened to this walking to work today:



I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between. Yep.

So, while it remains in the low 40's, I will continue wearing flip flops and purchasing sleeveless clothing to the tune of the summers of my middle school years until the weather catches up to me.  But please hurry it up, my poor blue toes can't take this much longer...

The day Wiz Khalifa redeemed him/them/itself...

http://www.ilistentoeverything.com/i-listen-to-everything/2011/04/i-love-this-song-no-sleep-wiz-khalifa.html#tp

I'm gonna concur with loving this song.. I'll now forgive Wiz Khalifa for that embarassing period where I thought Black and Yellow was about the Bruins. 

Old Movies

Remember when I said I'm awards show illiterate?  What I lack there, I make up for in useless old movie trivia and quoting capability.

I'm currently reliving the wonder of Joe Di-er-tay, and pretending that I don't actually own this movie.  "You mean to tell me that you're facial hair just grows in all white trashy like that?"   The worst giveaway of my terrible taste in movies is when I quote things and have no idea where they came from... the saving grace being that anyone who recognizes such a quote has to admit to having seen the same bad movie.

I also watched Jurassic Park last week and completely remembered why I'm afraid of birds. And why Newman from Seinfeld is even more gross to me.  He totally got what he deserved when that creepy dinosaur with the mane and the spitting problem attacked him in the jeep. Woops... spoiler alert.

I also hate war movies and boxing movies... because I don't like watching people get beat up/shot/exploded. If, however, there's a serial killer or psychopath involved? Well then it's a mystery and I love it.  Or a slasher film, and other than my new favorite pastime of babysitting, I love these too.  Please don't prank call me with that scream voice box thing.  I'll cry louder than the bebes I'm sitting.

OMG, Kid Rock just showed up, and I completely forgot he was in this.  TTYL.

Sailor. Truck Driver. Whatever else I sound like...

No more, friends.  Kait's giving up swearing for Lent.  This means I'll be better at baby-sitting.  I'll lower Barbara's blood pressure by not taking the Lord's name in vain.  And - keep your fingers crossed - I'll erradicate the f-bomb from my language entirely.  It's not lady-like; I've got very few lady bones in my body to begin with, and I need to work with what I got.

I've already slipped once.. sorry about that, Ash Wednesday.  Probably kind of a bad start... But my main goals, other than stopping swearing entirely, are to stop referring to my bags/books/random pile of ish that is always strapped to my shoulder as my s#@$.   Stop with the f-word entirely. And ultimately, I'd like to not sound like I'm a Huxtable.  Any advice on how to clean up my potty mouth without losing all my street cred?

Weekend = success.

The phone call from momma this morning asking me what state I was in is pretty indicative of the past few weeks.   NY, San Diego, Mexico, Maine... annnd we're back. I've danced, surfed, marg-ed, and skied my way from corner to corner of the country. I need a nap.

Observations:

1.) Touring my way, slowly but surely, through NYC by Sex and the City landmarks is the way to go.  Also, SATC affinity or not, go to tortilla flats the next time you're in NYC.  It's like Mexico crawled into the city and took root. 

2.) I have the best group of college girl friends.  And they are only improved by open bars with margs and dance floors.

3.) Surfing is HARD. I got clobbered by lots of waves, salt water logged, but the lil rush of catching a wave (and riding a surfboard like a boogie board) = such a high.  I wanna go again. Remind Boston to get over winter.

4.) I'm not good at foosball.  I do, however, love secret talents.  Like a friend of mine who is a sneaky foosball player and campfire builder.  I did get to pull out some sneaky poker skills on my ski trip, and felt all cool.  Which, is a fairly rare occurrence in the world of KK. 

4.5) As awesome as having friends that live in cool places to visit is... I'm a smidge reminiscent of the days when those friends lived ALL THE WAY ACROSS CAMPUS, and I thought that was a pain in the ass. (Like the way I snuck the downer thought in as a fraction? Me too.)

5.) Tylenol PM makes a red eye flight feel like the best night's sleep ever.  Nyquil, you've been dismissed.

6.) Research studies are awesome.  Although questionable why I was asked to video tape myself reading the news with a flip cam, I made a pretty penny last week doing something I do anyway... I'll take it.

7.) My 3rd annual work ski trip = baller. So lucky to have a nutty group of work friends that like wilin' out, Maine, skiing, and hanging. Love us... and after lots of talk this weekend, I'm fascinated about skiing out west.  I suppose I'll have to plan a trip not-to-a-beach in the winter (seriously, all I want is sunshine, all the time. how am I gonna fly from subzero temps to more of the same? just doesn't compute for me), but apparently it's life changing, and it's now on my radar. 

8.) I know nothing about the Oscars and awards shows in general.  I overheard people on the chairlift debating which actor/director would win what, and realized that I've seen two pictures that are nominated for awards this year. That, and I hadn't heard of any of the actors/actresses they mentioned.  I'm pretty apathetic to the Hollywood scene.  Pop culture illiterate, unless it involves bieber or j shore? I'm like 3 weeks behind on jersey shore (and kinda over it... did i say that out loud?) and can't even lie about plans to see never say never.  Not sure what this says about my interests, but.. bam.

9.) Celine's singing me to sleep.  Good night moon and Oscars.