Grammar Rant Time.

I know I just posted something about three minutes ago. However, I just logged on to facebook and noticed about six people making a grammar mistakes during a typical facebook fight. Since there is a fair amount of you who are idiots, let me help you out.

First we will begin with a commonly inaccurately used words, or in a more simple phrase-words that people use wrong a lot. At the moment, I am referring to the words "Your" and "You're". They sound the same, I know. It's called a homophone. Now stay with me-I know this is really advanced stuff but I promise that together, we can get through this.

Kay, so the word "Your" is possesive. Possesive as in you own something. An example of when to you this would be:

"Your lack of proper use of grammar, makes me want to hit you."

"Your status looks like you let your five year old brother write it."

"Your mom goes to college."

Simple enough, right? Notice how each your relates to something that you own. A way to use "your" incorrectly would be as followed:

a) "Your dumb."

b) "Your my favorite."

c) "Your not funny, so stop thinking that your so cool."

I have comments for each of this examples.
a) Oh I'm dumb? You don't know how to use the word "your," therefore, that 'diss' you made towards me is irrelevent.
b) Hmmmm. Well thank you, this would have a lot more meaning if you used the right word in this context.
c) I may not be very funny. You know what is though? How you think that sentence was a good comeback. Ouch?

If you are going to get in facebook fights, make sure you look smart. Otherwise, your arguement is invalid.

Now let's move on to "you're". "You're" is a contraction of "you" and "are". To clear the confusion, let me show a few examples of how to use this properly too. Since this is very complicated stuff.

"You're coming with us to the Convention of Idiots, right?"

"You're one of the coolest people I know."

"You're the one that I want."

Notice that if you made "you're" into "you are" the sentence would still make sense.

Now let's practice. Let's see if you can get these three questions right.

1) Wow, well ____ really dumb and I cannot believe you just said that.

---Well children which one do you think fits here? "Your" or "you're"? If you said "your", you're an idiot and probably should just give up now. "You're" is what should go in the blank.

2) I cannot wait to see ______ new house! This is so excitng!

---Which do you think belongs here? If you said "your" Congrats! You're correct!

3) When ______ father gets here, _______ in so much trouble!

---I know, this one is intimidating. Let's start in the first blank. What should go there? I hope you said "your" because in that context "your" would take ownership over 'father'. Now let's go to the second blank, what would make sense there? Good job, "you're" is correct.


I know this is probably an overload. So I will end with this today, but don't fret there will be more grammar lessons to come. You're not a hopeless cause. Just begin with this, and we can continue on to more complex stuff soon, I promise.

For those of you who read this and think that I am rude, suck it up. It may be a little rude but some of you really need help. Why? Because it really does matter. Whether you think so or not.

Congrats! You've completed lesson one. I hope this helps you out.

Good day, idiots. Good day.

New Years Eve and stuff.

I have come to the conclusion that I am not the best at creating titles/names for partically anything. For example, this post, the name of my blog, any of my playlist-not that you have seen them but trust me they're awkwardly named, poems that I have written, etc. the list of things that I am not good at naming is extensive. I am however, going to name my children well. When the time comes for those things, at least.

So tomorrow is New Years Eve, Wow! <-------What a stupid introductry sentence.
Anywho, I cannot believe that 2011 is over. It went by so fast! For me, this year was a great year. I made a lot of new friends. I feel like that I am a lot happier now and I started making decisions that would benefit me as well and not just my peers and/or commrades. I think I'm pretty much set on what I am going to do with my life outside of high school, and I got a twitter. Hah, the last part of that sentence was sarcastic-getting a twitter account wasn't a highlight of my year..

Tomorrow or I guess about 16 hours from now I am having a party-Yay! So that should be fun, I hope.

Some goals for me next year is to start a YouTube channel and Vlog at least three times a month, stick to excercising-this year I was pretty good at going to the gym but it wasn't very consistent next year that will all change, get a job, and sleep more. So yeah. That's that.

So this is the end of this post.

Au revoir mon amis.

I do not even know.

Oh hey, would you like to know my exact thought when I logged on to this lil' blog today? "Wow. Over a month has gone by and I haven't posted anything. I fail at blogging. That's cool."

I guess it doesn't even matter, it's not like anyone really reads this. Besides my other personalities. They got angry at me today. But I don't care. So after this post I won't post for another 8 months and there is nothing you can do about it, alternate personalities. So HAH!

^Oh that up there? That awkward paragraph? That is sarcasm. I do not have personalities. Except for on my blog.

Oh my goodness. Can I just say that I love Pomplamoose? If you haven't heard of them, get off this blog and go listen to them! Right. Now. Go.
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If you are still reading this and you haven't listened to them, which you probably haven't you probably have a crappy taste in music and are unable to find decent tunes to listen to-no offense, I'm just guessing that you probably prefer you listen to Hip-Hop. Correct? Or perhaps, Rap? Even better. You fail at music genres, you anger me. *insert upset emoticon here*

Random thought. Well, not too random it is relevent to what is above. I am appauled by what the majority of music artists sing about nowadays. What is this garbage? I do not enjoy 98% of it.

Oh what's that 2% you enjoy, Cara? Well, other personalities and potential audience of people other than myself, I enjoy some indie and alternative music when I am not listening to exquisite music of the 1940's. Like what? Let me name off some of my favorites.

The Black Keys.
Adele.
Pomplamoose.
Florence and The Machine.
The Wombats.
Kate Nash.
Regina Spektor.
Beirut.
Coldplay.
Maroon 5.
The Script.
King Nikko.
Group Love.
Mumford & Sons.

Now that is quite the list. Is it not? Of course there is other bands I listen to that are modern day, but these are the ones I listen to most often. Check them out. They are fabulous.

Unless you prefer males singing about gettin' drunk, makin' money and hittin' bitches. Then don't listen. You won't like them.

I apologize the line above is a bit profane. Just making a point.

K, so lately people have be telling me that I am a dork. I have one thing to say about this.
I AM AWARE OF THE FACT. But thank you, for your concern? Honestly, I do not care that people think I am a dork. I am a huge dork, and I have accepted the fact that I will always be and moved on. So other people should too! Seriously, if you can't handle my dorkiness then avoid me. I understand.

Facebook is the greatest. Wall posts make me feel important.

I love how most my posts content is random, irrelevent thoughts strung together. Business as usual.

Darren Criss is a babe. He wears glasses sometimes, and he makes it work. Mmmhmm.

Actually, you know what I find attractive on males? Glasses. I don't know why, but I LOVE GLASSES.
Wait, let me re-phrase, I love glasses most of the time. There are exceptions to this adoration. Particularly, I love the thicker frame glasses on guys. Oooh yeah.

Now, I am not saying if you wear the thicker frame glasses you are automatically attractive in my eyes. I am saying that if you are already attractive and then you also wear glasses, you have just gained 100 more adorable points.

Geez. That sounds dumb. Really dumb. Fo' real.

If the last four words in the sentence above reminded you of the infamous bed intruder-whom can be founded on YouTube, you win.

What is your prize for winning? I am ending my post now. Congratulations!

Good bye. My post is over.
Go listen to Pomplamoose.
Fact. Pomplamoose means "grapefruit," in french.
Now leave. Get outta here.

K bye.

The dentist & other adventures.

Today I went to the dentist for a tooth cleaning. As they were putting that weird polishing gunk on my teeth with that weird tool, I was pretty positive they were tearing my gums out. It hurt like a banchee.

Tomorrow, I get the pleasure of going to the scariest haunted house on the west coast. Ask me how excited to pay 25 dollars to literally have the piss scared out of me? Oh yeah, I'm not. Hah. But I'm going with my cast from work so it should be fun.

Oh. My. Gosh. In May, I'm going to New York City. I cannot wait. I'm going to see Wicked. I'm a broadway junkie, I just might die.

Tonight I carved a Harry Potter pumpkin. It is AMAZING. No big deal. Still waiting to get into Pottermore. Stupid waiting list, I detest it. I'll be a virtual Hogwarts students in a few months though. Yay! I know, I'm a nerd. It's fine.

This post is over.

Peace out.

Introduction.

You know, I don't really know how these things are really supposed to work. I'm not even sure if an introduction is completely necessary-or necessary at all, even in the slightest bit- but, I feel like I should have a little bit of an introduction. So people know who I am and that I'm not some negative nancy posting my whines on the interweb.

So let me begin.

My name is Cara Luseane Kula.
I live in Utah.
I love my family and friends.
I like to go on late night strolls.
I don't mind going to places by myself.
I love listening to Frank Sinatra, Doris Day, Judy Garland, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Bing Crosby, and Julie London.
I love watching movies in black and white.
My obsession? Harry Potter. I'm a flamboyant Harry Potter fan. It's almost ridiculous.
I love to create makeup designs for people. I also really, really enjoy doing people's makeup. (:
I could eat my weight in oreos. Literally. Actually, no. Not literally. But I could eat a lot.
I like to read.
I love to write.
My OCD is when people mix up their words. Example: "They're, there, & their," or "You're & your," or "whether & weather," or "To, too, & two," IT REALLY ISN'T THAT COMPLICATED.
I love making new friends.
I am very outgoing.
I am not shy at all.
Although I am quite tone deaf, it is my goal in life to perform as Mrs Lovett in the musical, "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street," Weird goal? Yes, I know.
I would not complain if I had to make-out with Darren Criss in order to save the planet. Mhmmm.
Oh. Darren Criss is my celebrity crush. And probably one of the sexiest men to ever walk the earth.
I find that sporks are useless utensils. They should be destroyed.
I am pretty sarcastic.
I was not sarcastic about the sporks.
I HATE SPIDERS. I am so archnophobic that it's almost commical.
I love to laugh.
I friggin' love improv comedy.
Fact. I am in line to be the queen mother of Red Cap Society next year. Yesssss.

So yes. This is my post for today. How much more egocentrical could this log get? Hah, you're right. It couldn't.

Good day to whomever is reading this. Good. Day.

Ranting and stuff.

Do you ever just have one of those days...or maybe even moments when you have about a million thoughts in brain? Yeah, well of course you do. It's sorta inevitable, I suppose. Anywho, today is just one of those days. And it's one of those moments where I just need to log down what I am thinking so potentially a stranger can read it...that somehow sounds sorta vain. Doesn't it? In a weird sort of way.

So first and foremost, I feel like even though no one is really reading this, it's annoying for me to post so many blogs. Is that correct termonalogy? Or would it just be log? Is this whole little section dedicated to my writing a blog? Or is it each individual thing I post? I don't know. Things to wonder about.

Also, I do not enjoy chemistry. I do not enjoy biology. I do not enjoy earth science. I do not enjoy physics. So basically, to sum it up. I HATE SCIENCE CLASSES. They make me miserable. I cannot learn anything in them no matter how hard I try. This sounds so pessimistic. But it is true. I hate science so much I could write a book entitled "1001 Legitiment Reasons That Science Classes Suck Rotten Eggs," And it would be so convincing that science classes would not be required in order to graduate high school. Ahhhhh, sounds fantastic, huh?

You-being a complete and total stranger, most likely- are probably wondering, "Cara, why do you hate science so much? I do not understand." Well that's because I cannot pass a dang friggin' test in my stupid friggin' chemistry dumb honors class. And guess what?! If I don't get my F up to at least a C+ in the next 24 hours I have to quit my friggin' job that I love so friggin' much.

...that sounded sarcastic. I really do LOVE my job. Don't believe me? Look at the post before this one. That'll convince ya. (:

Anyways, so if I don't get my grade up my mum is going to make me quit. If I quit, I will be miserable. Literally. I will go into DEEP depression, and it will be a matter of time before I commit suicide. I know how serious that sounds...it's nothing to joke about. But quitting my job will make me depressed. If I'm depressed I will not be alive very long. Now I don't know how long it will be it could be days or hours or minutes maybe even seconds or possibly years like lots of years. Who knows? All I'm saying is If I quit my job then I will be depressed.

That was a hypothesis.

Fact. Hypothesis is one of the very few science vocabulary words I understand.

I've come to the conclusion, that people probably think I'm a Pessimistic miserable girl who sulks in the corner and makes pretentious, malicous, relatively negative comments about everything. But realistically I am quite positive (for the most part...) and quie happy. I just have certain opinions that can make me sound sorta negative but that's just me.

Hey Cara, just write a novel on the log please, since you don't have a life you have time to spend about 6 years typing something to post that potentially no one is going to see? Okay. I'm going to do that. So Hah!

Yes, my name is Cara and I like to talk to myself while talking to myself on a blog. It's fine.

My generation is messed up. I don't know why it happened or how it happened but somewhere down the line, people my age found it acceptable to tell a teacher to "fu*k off." K, I'm not even directing that towards anyone, I'm just quoting what someone said. And I still feel completely horrible for repeating it. Why in the world do people think it's okay to talk to your elders like that?! It is not okay at all! Nor, is it reasonable or comprehendable. No matter how you slice it, it's not okay.

Also, why does the mass majority of my generation find it suitable to have sex with whomever they feel like "screwing" (such a crude term...sigh.) that day?! If you are 16 yet, you have had sex with 3+ different people. There is something wrong with you! You can mock this all you want. I find it repulsive that so many people have lowered there standards to this level nowadays. For example, the infamous "walk of shames" that are popular this modern day. Why would you want to have sex with a random person you met at a bar/club? That is disgusting! Maybe I'm just old-fashioned though. It's just that I believe that sex is meant to be between two people who really truely love each other. It's a bonding between someone you have very strong feelings towards. Sure, I think it should be saved 'til you are married. But, I also believe that there our particualr circumstances where pre-marital sex is okay. I just think that you should only intercourse with someone you really truly love. I literally cannot stress enough how strongly I feel about this.

Okay, I'm done with the whole "mom" talk now.

Mehhh. I want to get on Pottermore SO bad! Stupid waiting list. Making my life drag on so slowly.

I would really appreciate some sort of chocolate something, yes I would.

My thoughts are progressivelly getting more random. Awesome.

I hate school.

I want to die.

A Very Potter Musical is the greatest thing ever written. Ever.

Even pigs like bacon. Fact.

I'm going to improv a date with a fake boyfriend whom is my friend's friend so she doesn't get face raped when she has to go out to dinner with a creeper.
 .................^That sounds weird. It's sorta complex, yet completely brilliant.

Okay. I think I am done.

Good day, my pets.

Shiver. What a creepy way to end things.

Take 2.

Good bye, strangers.
That's better......sorta. It's weird thinking that random people have access to reading this. Comforting to be able to get everything off my chest? Yes. Creepy that anyone who wants to can read this? Very.

Work.

So I love my job. I love it a lot. Like, to a ridiculous degree. And frankly, I'm not quite sure why I love it to this degree. I mean sure, it is a fantasically fun job and the mass majority of my co-workers are awesome. But I only work on weekends and in this period of my life, I should hate that every weekend isn't dedicated to friends. But I don't.

My job is the greatest. Ever.

Meh. Why is that partically every high school male is completely incompetent? Really. I do not understand. I'm not necessarily saying that they are all that way, I'm just saying that most are.

I am done with my rant.

Good bye. 

Obnoxious People.

Obnoxious people....I LOVE THEM. I love them all. Especially, the ones in my AP English class. They're my absolute favorite. I say this in the most positive yet completely sarcastic way imaginable. But really truly, I find most of them to be quite annoyingly stupid.

Having said that, I'm sure past the horendous grammar and lack of proper english-related mannerisms they're all wonderful human beings. It's just my opinion that if you dislike english a lot, you should not take an AP class. Seeing as, how it means Advanced Placement. You should be relatively advanced in english if you are going to take an advanced class. Just a thought.

So, I love my job. I love it so much, that I'm reconsidering what I should major in when the time comes for me to go to college. For those of you who know me, this is quite a shocking reconsideration. I've had my heart set on being an english teacher for about the past 3 years. And now, I think I want to do stage makeup for broadway musicals or makeup for celebs for red capert events. I know what you're thinking, that career is almost impossible to flourish in. You know what I say to that?...Absolutely nothing, I have nothing witty to contribute back as a response.

I am well aware of the fact that it is hard to really succeed in that field, but I think knowing that makes the occupation all that more attractive to me.

Random thought- On blogs, when you want to finish, do you simply end it without a goodbye-like an open statement? Or am I supposed to formally address my "audience" so they are aware that my post is over? Hmmm. Things to think about.

I'm just going to formally end it...
AU REVOIR.

-Cara Kula

Newbie blogger.

This is my first ever blog. As of right now, I am a newbie blogger.

All my life I was under the impression that I was the only "Cara Kula" in the world. But alas, that impression that I have been oh so, fond of all these years is shattered. Today, while starting this blog, I discovered that someone in Russia has the same name. It's quite upseting.

Anywho, I've heard that starting a blog is relatively hard. Today, I discovered that everyone who has told me this is either: A) Computer illiterate or B) just plain stupid. This blog was not, even in the slightest it, difficult to create. Is was completely easy. The only problem I found I had, was issues with what to name my blog. And obviously, as you can read above-if you are reading above (not that I think anyway is really.)- I did not come up with a very creative blog name. I tried I really did, to come up with something eyecatching. Spent about a whole 5 minutes trying to brainstorm a wonderful creative idea. Then I gave up and VOILA "Chatting with myself." was born.

It may be sorta lame, but it's actually an appropriate title. I don't expect many people to read this. Or any at that. This is more for me, I guess. I really enjoy writing and the sound of my keyboard as I type. Hah, how lame does that sound? Very. I'm cool. I would keep a journal, but then I would feel weird writing this style. I mean at least if it's online I can write it like it's to the public even if the public doesn't read it. With journals you have to write to yourself, or like the "journal fairy"-that's what I like to call it at least- and the whole idea of it makes me feel strange. Now don't judge, I've tried it before. But then when I go back and read what I have logged in my past journal entries I feel like a complete tard.

This blog is going nowhere. I'm just going to end it here. Perhaps, I'll give it another swing tomorrow or monday? Hmmm. Good day.

Au revoir.

-Cara Kula