Katy's Cookin'

Lately I've been doing something out of character. Nope, it's not smoking, or swearing, or even cleaning my room, but rather, cooking. It all started when my mom asked me to cook some dinner last night, BLTs, while she went to the gym. As the bacon started to sizzle, it dawned on me...I actually enjoy cooking! I've only just now figured that out because well, much to my feminine dismay, I've never really known how to cook. Once I started I just couldn't stop. I picked up a cook book and started googling a couple recipes for Chocolate cheesecake. Today I made stuffing, pork chops, and cheese and garlic biscuits. And may I say, it was delish. Food tastes so much better when prepared by my own hands.

But make no mistake,I have always loved food, this isn't a new found thing. My dad always encouraged us to bee pretty open with trying new foods. He likes to call it 'Broadening your horizon'. I've had everything from Indian to Fried Alligator, plus having an Asian stepmother also helps out in the food department. Her fried rice is pretty good and her noodles are absolutely killer. Come to think of it, I should probably start creepin' on her in the kitchen and take some lessons.

The ironic thing about this is that in about a month or so I'll be going off to college...with only a microwave and a minifridge. Well, gotta start somewhere, right? And I suppose I can always return to the kitchen on breaks...

On the Road Again

Greetings from Arkansas! I'm currently on my way back home. At first I was, to say the least, very...unhappy about going. I believe my first thought was something along the lines of,"Come on! Honestly, who takes a vacation in the middle of nowhere?" Um, yeah...not one of my proudest moments. You see, I spent many of my younger summers sitting around out here. Back in the day I though this was just the coolest place to be, but you know, I'm seventeen now and too cool for school. Anyways, I sort of threw myself onto my mother's bed and started complaining about how I was going to miss seeing Ke$ha and going to a laser tag lock in all because I had to visit my grandma. Yes, yes, I know, Ke$ha, her music is just so addictive...like cocaine. Once the complaint was out of my mouth I immediately felt awful. I have a reputation for being a tad over dramatic, which has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble in the past. My older sister constantly reminds me of this flaw every chances she gets. After a day or two of pouting I buckled up for the trip and pasted a smile on my face, hoping it wouldn't falter.

Turns out the trip wasn't so bad after all. As the week went by I grew increasingly fonder of the country and I really missed my Grandma. She's pretty much insane, but in a hilariously endearing way. In the end I decided to come back around this time next year during my road trip. Well, looks like I'm going to have to cut this one short, I'm afraid I might loose internet connection any second now, but that's what I get for posting in the car.



Interesting quotes-
"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it."-Frank Lloyd Wright

"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones, and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake."- Victor Hugo

Random stuff-
1. My nails are currently chipped. Ugh.
2. I need to search for a new drink at Starbucks. I've been drinking the same thing for...ah, about five years now.
3. Soon I will master the tedious task that is most commonly known as parallel parking.
4. There are so many trees here. God, I love trees.


Have a great day Reader!

Slow Motion

Helloooo Internet journal. It's been a while since I've written on here and if I'm going to be honest, I've dearly missed you. But despair not, for Summer is on the verge and then I will have a virtually infinite amount of time to dwindle away on these posts. So, what do you say we start off on the right foot now?


My Math grade is a disaster. Yeah, I'm pretty challenged in Math, seriously, do not doubt it. It's embarrassing, what can I say? Anyways, Summer School or no Summer School, I'm hunting around for some acting classes/camps. I mean, geeze, I'll go insane if I keep all my creativeness boxed up for an entire summer. :] Right now I'm looking at some not so cheap classes downtown at a not so unknown theater. These classes would be extraordinarily ideal and would probably teach me a lot, but hey, it's in God's hands.

Aside from all of the general havoc of school and frivolous friend drama, my life has been pretty wonderful. I've finally gotten on what seems to be a decent track with God and my family. My older sister and I have actually been getting along, like way back when we were little kids. Oh, and I actually voluntarily ate a salad yesterday, not even force fed or anything! It's a great feeling, being healthy inside and out. However, I'd be lying through my teeth if I neglected to mention the two Cokes I still drink daily and the mass amount of sugar I consume. I'm Seventeen, sue me.

P.S.- In the picture, I'm the one on the far right.

Quotes that have been on my mind-

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."-Martin Luther King Jr.

"Not all who wander are lost."-J.R.R. Tolkien

Oh, life, how you surprise me.

Sometimes, when you're daydreaming or staring out the window absentmindedly, life catches you off guard. It has a peculiar way of throwing something, usually totally random and unexpected, right at your face. I just had one of these experiences.





To put it lightly, my father is cutting me off. Fabulous. It's strange that I'm not terribly upset about this. After all, I kind of expected it. I've never been his favorite daughter, seeing as I'm opinionated and not mindless. So here I am, forced to get a job. The thought of a job doesn't upset me. After all, I am sixteen. I suppose I'm excited to actually be able to pay for myself and rely on myself for once in my life. I'll be in control and able to do what I want when I want. What an invigorating thought!





Now here comes the tough part of the deal-finding a job. My total lack of experience and young age will most likely lead to my eminent downfall. Okay, sorry, that was a tad over dramatic. But, really, the majority of the local grocery stores and restaurants only want college kids and practically anyone who is seventeen or older. Well, now summer's over, so the spots are full and it's a mad race to see who gets the job.




Wish me luck.

I never claimed to be bulletproof.

Right about now I should be doing something to better our world, like painting a house, or building a wheel chair ramp. But nooooooo. The world had other plans for me.

Saturday I stumbled my way into Ashley's church parking lot, sleepy and not entirely coherent at nine in the freaking morning. I handed over my suitcase, which was practically exploding with all of the crap I managed to stuff inside. All my life I've been a heavy packer. Anyways, we were forced to stand in the heat for a solid thirty minutes or so. In this time I began to feel, well, like shit. I began to feel exactly like I had at Warped Tour. Lovely!

I kept telling myself to tough it out, everything would be fine, just wait until they give you the okay to take off. I didn't make it. My vision went black, my hearing was overshadowed by a high pitched ringing, the ground began to wobble threateningly beneath me & my stomach started doing cartwheels like a gymnast. I dragged myself to the car my mother was waiting in. The air conditioning was like heaven.

My family wasn't too happy about this experience. They began to piece together the jigsaw puzzle. Sleeping too much+almost passing out+putting too much salt on her fried rice=Katy has a serious problem! Personally, I found it very amusing. My family is known for their tendency to be over dramatic. Maybe that's where I got it from. The situation remained funny until yesterday afternoon.

"We're just going for a blood test, Katy. It won't be that bad." She promised me in the car. I hate hospitals, blood, and doctors. I even made a youtube video about it. Long story, simple fact-I'm thoroughly convinced Oakbend is the king of awful hospitals.

And just where, oh where do we pull up to? Oakbend. "MOM, I am not going in there."

She unbuckled her seat belt and waved her hand in the air, an attempt to dismiss my fear. "Don't be such a wimp. It's not that bad."

I glared at the front doors. "That place is a hell hole and I'm not going in."

"Yes you are." Her voice became a tad bit threatening. "Honestly, Katy, you could never be in the military." She was in the Navy. Because of this she's acquired an incredibly high tolerance for pain.

So I got out of the cab like a good little girl and willingly let the nurse stab me with a needle so she could collect bottles of my blood. The whole time my mother stood across the room smiling.

"This should cure your phobia of hospitals." It didn't work. I still hate them. It's funny, because I've never thought of myself as stubborn until just now.

Tonight I'm supposed to go to the Harry Potter premiere. If I don't get my rides in order then I'm out of luck until tomorrow. Hopefully everything works out, because the 6th is one of my favorites and Helena Bonham Carter's portrayal of Bellatrix is fantastic.

Random thought of the day-

I like oranges, but not anything 'flavored' orange. Mleh, gross.

Random conversation of the day-

As my blood was drawn, my friend was on the phone with me. This is our conversation-

Friend-Is it happening?

Me-Shut up.

Friend-Look at it!

Me-You're insane! No!

Friend-You're soooo lucky I'm not there right not. I'd totally play this up.

Me-*Nervously glances at arm* Okay, I looked. I hate you.

Friend-Hahahahahahahahahaha.