Why is it raining all of next week…

SO MANY SOCIAL NETWORKS.

I take a picture I like and i don’t know where to upload it… tumblr or facebook or instagram? What a first world problem LOL.

Today was my first day and I am so mentally pooped. Staring at the computer screen for 7 hours at pages of scrolling numbers numbers numbers…. Sitting at my intern desk for 40 hours a week+ lack of focus for working out is also not a good combination.= I hate weight cycling :(.

Suck it up, Kelly, at least you’re getting paid!

Internship starts tomorrow…too early. OHWELL, i needed to get my butt off from bumming and eating too much food anyway :(.

Only ran for 3/4 mile and I’m sweating and my heart’s pounding like crazy.
This isn’t good- got to get back into shape!

Lost & Mystified

LOLLLL. Okay so while doing a major cleaning transformation of my incredibly messy room, I found a notebook that I wrote stories/poems in when I was in like 4th/5th grade I’m guessing, I have no idea. Darn, i wish i wrote the dates on them! I wrote a lottttttt when I was younger and played teacher with myself hahaha I’m not going to write all of my stories on tumblr but here’s one that I remember (going to copy exactly how i word it so please excuse the childish grammar mistakes):

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Lost & Mystified (This would be the title of the book if I actually finished it)

     “I see some trees over there. I think I see some fruits on them.”  Reed points to a small clearing with several trees and bushes.

     I don’t turn around. I don’t even look. The sun burns my eyes and skin, feeling like 2 hot needles are pricked into my eyes. I blink, hoping the feeling would go away, but it doesn’t. Reed heads off to the trees.

     It’s been 2 days since the plane crashed, and I’m already crazy. It’s weird and frustrating, every morning, noon, and night, I’m used to being fed. Now it’s not like that. Every morning I awake to scorching rays, and at night I sleep under freezing temperatures. The whole day we find and pick tiny berries, that barely fill our stomaches.

     I squinted my eyes toward Reed’s direction. I see her waving at me, shouting, “Katie!”
I can’t bear the thought of running over to her, my bare feet splintered by sharp stones and twigs, and all night I will moan over blisters. But in her hand, I see her holding a cluster of apples, glistening red, my teeth biting down on the soft flesh…

     “Give them to me!” I roar, running to her, took one apple and gobbled it all down. It tastes more sweeter than other apples. I stop when I realize Reed is staring at me. I look down. The apple’s flesh is black.

     I jump back startled, dropping the apple on the ground. I wipe my mouth of the black juice and I spit out the bits of apples. “Oh…my…god.” Says Reed. She stands, eyebrows wrinkled and confused. “Strange…very strange. I never saw these kind of apples before.”

     “Maybe these apples are rotten!” I say.

     “No they aren’t. Rotten apples don’t turn black. It’s so strange though, it looks delicious and ripe, from the outside.” Reed examines the apple and I knew she was right. Reed studied gardening and home-farming. There was not one apple she didn’t know.

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…and that was all I wrote for that story LOL. I would always have these ideas, start with the intention of actually completing a novel, then get a new idea and begin to write a new one. Sigh, it’s never too late!

Pre-interview jitters!

I need you, to soften my heart

to break me apart

rant about ugly old perverted men.

I’m pretty sure everyone has encountered them. I sure have dealt with a fair share of these people. today at a restaurant i was walking to the bathroom, and an ugly indian man said “Mm-mm” in this loud obnoxious voice as I walked by him. I was unsure if it was directed towards me, but when i walked past him again after coming out the bathroom he said “mm-mm” AGAIN, and I whipped at him and told him to stop that. “I can’t say “mm-mm” ?” Me: “NOT when i’m walking past you.”

The NERVE. what the hell is wrong with these people? And doing that in a PUBLIC, brightly-lit place? If the waiters knew, they didn’t do anything about him either (wow) and when the ugly indian man left the restaurant he said it out loud for the whole restaurant to hear: “Mmm, mm!”

I have no idea whatever these men think it’s okay, whether it be a H-Mart Spanish worker touching my butt, resulting in my father calling to have him fired, or old men in CVS inappropriately addressing me “baby”…really. And that time, the CVS GUY DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. It’s really wrong, and this really isn’t okay. Disgusting.

Slept for 10.5 hours, what a great feelingg.