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.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, October 10, 2011
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.
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.
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