WHAT A FUN BREAK OMG

As a budding 18 year old who was forced to return home to mom and dad for five weeks as part of some sort of sick joke, I can confidently say that this winter break was not all that it was cracked up to be.

Starting out, I was pretty darn excited to make the trip home from New York to Louisiana. Seriously. I missed my family and friends. I was also REALLY excited to eat some fattening southern food. But after about a week of being home, I had seen most of my friends, eaten gumbo and an Olde Tyme poorboy, gotten mad at the humidity, and gone to church a few times too many. So now I'm just like, CAN I PLEASE GO BACK TO KOLLEGE?
Since I moved to a far away land called New York City, I have no need for a car. So before I moved we sold it. As I have returned to Lafayette for a little while I have found myself home-bound with no car, which I really have no issue with. But it forces me to stay in my room all day every day watching Breaking Bad, 30 Rock, Portlandia, The Office, and Quentin Tarantino movies - only leaving my room to get chocolate milk from the kitchen. So then my sweet mother comes home and complains that my room smells...welp, sorry, I have nothing to do but eat and sweat in here.

I don't think I'm the only one experiencing this weird break. As much as I love this time to just chill and not worry about school, I'm ready to get back to the place where young adults live without a care in the world as they douse their livers with whiskey and gin and then party for 10 more hours.
I know I am not alone when I say, as stressful as school can be, I'm pretty sure us crazy cats are ready to get back to college town.

One good thing about this break is the amount of Liz Lemon I have absorbed into my bones. Here is a fore warning to my friends, I'm sorry about my impending Liz Lemon-ness. (False. I am not at all sorry.)

Peace, Love, and "No it's fine, Mom. I showered three days ago." - Kat

"My horn can pierce the skyyyy" - The Office

Dear Lord I think it's time for me to get back to New York...

Obligatory -

In the spirit of Christmas, let's unwrap a little present...another blog post.
Now that the present is open, I will defer away from the Christmas spirit and season and gravitate towards the ever-interesting topic of cats. Please don't 'X' out of this page.

I feel like it is important to address the cat topic because my name/nickname is Kat. I definitely can identify with the feline species. Sometimes my friends call me kitty or kitten. I most often land on my feet when I fall from a high place. I like to snuggle at the most inconvenient times. And I have nine lives.

I am all in support of cats, but I am not in support of allowing my friends to become cat ladies or cat dudes. It is NOT okay to own a feline if you are single and living alone in your home. If you have a significant other or roommates, then by all means invest in a kitten. But sell that kitty once your boyfriend dumps you.

However, I don't want to take your animal dreams away from you without offering a good alternative.
If you are ABSOLUTELY set on owning a cat while single then I would suggest just getting a Furbie. You probably have an annoying personality anyway so a Furbie would fit you well.
What I would substitute a cat with would be a cute puppy or a bunny or ferret. All choices are acceptable.

The goal is to avoid living with one cat because it will inevitably multiply and then you have 14 cats and you always smell like tuna and Fancy Feast becomes more important than buying wine for yourself.

Just be careful single gals and dudes. The situation could get hairy pretty quickly.

Peace, Love, and Furballs - Kat

Disclaimer / PS - It is okay to own cats if you have roommates. 

Break it down now...

I mainly like to blog about random things that are around me (hair on ground, kid picking nose, boy meets world), but in this one I am writing about myself. I think I want to do this sort of as an explanation or just fun fact type thing.

So I live in New York City but I'm from Louisiana. Some people may think I moved here because it's a cool city and I'm trying to live the life of a gossip girl. Some people may think I moved here to become famous. Some people think I moved here solely to dye my hair and start a blog. You are all correct. 

Actually no. So let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I aspire to be a performer on Broadway. That is my main goal. I would also LOVE to be a backup dancer or even try to find my way onto the path of Saturday Night Live. But like I said, Broadway is my focus for now. To most of the world, performers on Broadway aren't famous or super rich. That is 100 percent, absolutely okay with me. I didn't choose to be a performer because of fame, but because of my honest passion for performing. Most likely I will work as a member of the ensemble (or backup) in musicals. I may not hit the jackpot doing that, but as long as I'm performing then I'm slap-happy.

Last night I had a dream that I was cast in my first Broadway show. I can remember being so elated. Then I woke up and felt totally crushed because it was just a dream. But that moment of elation (in the dream) has not left me. And it's fueling me to drive faster. It's fueling me to work harder. It's fueling me to strive for greater achievements. I absolutely will face challenges, but they won't keep me from pursuing my dream.

I saw a play over the weekend and this line was said a few times throughout the show - "To have faith is to have wings." I have faith that I can achieve my goals, and I'm ready to soar.

Obviously not everyone in this world aspires to be an actor. But I'm willing to bet everyone aspires to be SOMETHING or SOMEONE. I beg everyone reading this to never let that spark of energy in themselves fall flat. Please never allow yourself to be hitting your mid-life crisis and realizing you have major regrets. I sure as hell will not have regrets about following my passion. 

Soar, friends. Soar.

Peace, Love, and Wow This Was A Lame Post - Kat

A Very Serious Topic

BOY MEETS WORLD.

FACT - It has been announced and many of us are quite aware that there will be a sequel to the beloved TV show of the 90's - Boy Meets World. The show is going to be called Girl Meets World. It's basically going to be all about Cory and Topanga's daughter, Riley. Ben Savage and Danielle Fishel will reprise their roles as Cory and Topanga. The show is going to air on Disney channel and will be produced by the same man who produced BMW, Michael Jacobs.

OPINION - I'm just...I'm not sure how this is going to go. I want to hold on to my childhood and root for this new show, but I don't think I am going to be getting what I hoped for.

For one, this show is going to air on Disney channel. The demographic for Disney channel is not exactly "90's kids" anymore. So clearly this show is not going to be aimed at the people who are well rehearsed in the "Feeny! Feeny! Fee-hee-hee-hee-heeeny! call".

The show still has a long way to go, I mean they haven't even casted the girl who will be playing Riley. But hopefully this show isn't a total flop. That would be a sad thing to see for our generation.

But if some old school Disney shows are going to have sequels, what other shows can we get from that? I'd like to see Lizzie McGuire go through rehab, just for a surprising twist. I'd also be down to see DJ Tanner living life as a lesbian. I think that would be quite adventurous. Maybe we can get some new Hey Arnold episodes rollin'...? I mean why should we stop at just Boy Meets World?

Peace, Love, and Feeny - Kat


So many good moments in this video.
My allllll time favorite is the Halloween episode ESPECIALLY when Eric freaks out about his basketball. And I'm so glad it made it into the video.
Also the video is like mainly Eric moments, so I wonder if there will be any Eric in the new Girl Meets World.

Smart kidz

We've all been presented with problems that make us want to scream and cry and shut down. But in this post I want to honor a little boy who really handled the stresses of life with great poise.

I was on a plane and was watching this toddler. But in a very normal way. I was looking out the window and he was in my peripheral. Anyway...
He had a Tonka toy truck in each hand and was presented with a problem - he had to pick his nose. Not wanting to surrender to his fun, he decided to stick the wheel of the Tonka truck into his right nostril, then the left nostril. Just as I thought it was over, he put the wheel into his mouth to taste his victory. Despite being a bit grossed out at first, I was essentially really proud of him.
He saw a problem and he quietly solved it. Isn't that what our teachers always told us to do growing up? If you have a problem try to figure it out. If you can't figure it out on your own then ask your group members. Then if everyone is stuck, one person from the group may raise their hand to ask the teacher for help.
But look at this kid! He didn't even need his group to help him, nor the teacher! He used his resources. This kid has a bright future. I can smell it. And now he can smell it too since his nose is booger free.

So pick your nose with a Tonka truck, or scratch your back with a wine glass. It's only human and actually shows intelligence.

Peace, Love, and Boogers - Kat

Sharpen your nails for Black Friday

As I sit here at the North Myrtle Beach mall in South Carolina amidst the Black Friday frenzy, I can't help but picture a brawl break out among these sale-desperate shoppers. 

I'm sitting in the shoe department at Belk while listening to my iPod. So I have the luxury of "people watching" but not actually being forced to listen to their annoying voices. It's actually quite fun because I'm having a Mean Girls moment when Cady invisions an animalistic fight happen in the cafeteria. 

I'm picturing the gray-haired elderly woman in a tunic/blanket thing - who I have named Stella - to start getting physical with the Chinese woman in a red beret. And then the Pre-teen in dark Birkenstocks (or potato shoes) - who I've named Brittany - takes her gum out of her mouth and sticks it in the Chinese woman's eye as Brittany's mom grabs the furry Ugg knockoffs right out of Stella's hands. Then Stella starts crying. 

It's all very sad. It's all very untrue as well. I just kind of wish that would happen to liven up this shopping trip. Maybe I'll get a pretzel. 

Peace, love, and Ugg knockoffs - Kat 

Do you want a piece of me?

So as many of you may already know, I have pink hair. Well...it was kind of a purple/pink but now it is fading. Regardless of the exact color, I have unicorn hair.
Anyway, because I am a normal human I shed. I am quite often picking loose hairs off of my shirt or tights or jacket. And sometimes I'll even find a strand of pink hair on the ground as I am stretching in dance class. But it's not only MY hair that I seem to find on myself as I lay on the ground stretching my very unflexible muscles.

And I got to thinking, "okay, if I am finding other people's hair on myself, are other people finding pink hair and then automatically thinking of me?" This may be a conceited thought, but it is also a funny one. I have already had people tell me, "Oh, Kat, I thought of you today as a picked a pink hair off of my arm..." And immediately I think, "Score!" I have found a way to leave a little part of me throughout the halls and classrooms of CAP21.

I know that if I ever get lost in the woods I can just leave a little trail of pink hair like Hansel and Gretel were supposed to leave a trail of food but I'm pretty sure that fatty Hansel ate the trail...

I wonder what color my hair is going to be next? Hmmm...

Peace, Love, and Fatty Hansel - Kat