celebrity crush.

My love for Josh Holloway grows more and more everyday. I'm obsessed with LOST. Honestly, i really think it's one of the best television shows of all time. It's incredible and i fully recommend that every single person in the entire world should watch it. If you multiplied my love for LOST by 3, then you'd have the amount of love I have for Josh Holloway's character, Sawyer. He's the best bad/good guy. He's very tough, he can be mean, and he's done some pretty shitty things, but at the end of the day he's a good guy. You just wanna hug him.

 I just love that guy.

xoxo, kara.

cat catastrophy.

Ringo and Paul (both the cats) are wreaking havoc on our home. They sliced two gigantic slits in our shower curtain. They've eaten nearly every single cord or cable in our entire house, including an ethernet cable, my phone charger, and a camera usb cord! They've turned into little demolishers. Every single thing they get their hands on, they wreck! And they use they the bathroom about 1 million and 7 times a day. They are the stinkiest cats in the world! Shew, lord, do they stink!

On a lighter note, it's looking like we are going to be moving out of this HELL-HOLE of a house within the next month or so. I really hope we are able to find a better house, with a lower price tag. We are severly over-paying for this terrible house. Moving out on your own is a very exciting time, but it can also be very terrifying. Since we moved in, there has been a major catastrophy in this house. It never ends. Something is always broken. We just cannot deal with it anymore. So, for the last week or so, we've been apartment hunting. There seems to be a million things for rent, but we're not sure that anything is really going to work for us. I just can't wait to get out of this darn house, and into something much cuter!

I'm ready for a little more of this.

Poo Julius.

After dinner tonight, me and April decided that we really wanted to go get a blizzard from Dairy Queen. I love, love, love blizzards, Especially Reese's Cup Blizzards. So yummy and delish. A few months back, one of the Dairy Queen's in our town actually turned into an Orange Julius. I had heard of them, but never actually had an Orange Julius anything. I didn't even really know what it was.

So, today i got brave and decided i'd have an Orange Julius smoothie instead of a blizzard. I chose what "appeared" to have been something along the lines of a lemon ice. But boy was i wrong. I hate to say it, but it was so, so gross! The flavor was really wonky, and at first i couldn't even tell that it was lemonade. It was topped off with a really icky frothy-foamy top that tasted like bubbles. Then underneath the bubble gunk, was supposed to be the frozen ice part of the drink. It was the consistency of water and tasted like a mixture of an Orange Push-Up and lemonade. I was SO NOT HAPPY. I went inside Dairy Queen/Orange Julius and i told the manager that i though i got the wrong thing. Then he proceeded to take the lid of and then HE SMELLED IT. And then gave it back to me. So gross, and so weird!

I did NOT have a pleasant first experince with the Orange Julius. It said on the cup that Orange Julius has been around since 1926, but i can't see how! It was gross!

I really want a blizzard.
xoxo, kara.

freak moments.

I love skirts. All kinds of skirts. But, i never wear them. And do you wanna know why? I'm terrified of my legs. I cannot even think about putting on a skirt or a pair of shorts that don't come to my knees. I've tried wearing shorter skirts in the past, but i cannot get over how self conscious i am about my legs. And i have no idea why! They just really kind of freak me out. I've talked myself out of so many adorable dresses, and it's all because i'm so scared of my legs showing.

During winter, it's not really too much of a problem. I just throw some tights on or leggings underneath and pull on my boots, and i'm good to go. But i cannot force myself to wear tights in the summer, because i think they are the most uncomfortable things on this planet, then mix that with 1 million percent humidity, I DON'T FREAKING THINK SO!

I wanna be carefree, throw on a short dress, and not worry about the fat rolls that i "think" that i have on the back of my knees. (I don't even know if that's possible?)

Like i mentioned in my last post, Nathan and myself have been exercising really regularly here lately. My only goal is to feel better about my legs. I don't care if i don't lose a pound, i just wanna feel better about my legs. Wish me luck!

xoxo, kara

mini blog vacation.

Well, i guess i took another little mini blog vacation. I didn't intend to either. Since little Pauly had his little "dying-coming back to life" episode, i guess he thinks he runs this house. In the last week he's eaten a pair of flip-flops, an anniversary card that Nathan made for me, and one of our internet cables. So, that's why i've been on a little vacation.

A lot has happened in this week and a half. On Thursday, the 24th, Nathan and myself celebrated our two-year anniversary. We had planned for a day trip to Louisville, to see one of our favorite bands, Andrew Jackson Jihad, but after a lot of useless bickering concerning lack of funds, we decided to sit that one out. We ended up not doing too much of anything. We took a trip out to his parents house, they were out of town, so we had their big 'ol house all to ourselves for the night. It was really nice.

And since i haven't been able to use the internet during the last week, me and Nathan have been exercising in place of time i use for blogging. It's so much easier to stay motivated when you have a work out partner, and it makes everything go by a little quicker. I hate working out. I don't find it therapeutic or thrilling. I think it really, really sucks. So, having a partner is really helping me a lot to stick with it. So far, i think we are doing really good.

I really have missed my little corner of the internet. I've also really missed my blog. I'm making a promise to myself to get back into the swing of things as quickly as possible! I apologize for not being around as much. Hopefully that will be changing soon!

xoxo, kara.

ps. later tonight, i think i'm going to post a blog about how i'm scared of my legs. so, stay tuned for that!

this girls got woe.

First of all, i want to thank everyone who left nice little comments concerning my kitty Paul, and my last post. Your kind words meant a lot to me, so thank you!

Moving right along, i have a question. Do you any of you ever have an overwhelming need to stand out? Here lately i feel like i've lost my individuality and my creative juices entirely. I haven't really figured it out, but i'm blaming it on my job. I have to wear the exact same outfit as everyone else, every day. I work such weird hours, that i end up sleeping until the middle of the afternoon. My hangout hours don't really start until about midnight, and it's hard to motivate yourself to get out of pajamas, just to watch a movie at home with your boyfriend. Before i started this job, i used to craft atleast every single day. Now, I find myself knitting about once every couple of weeks.

It's so weird, but i am dying to make it known to all of my coworkers that i'm a weirdo. Atleast, i would be to them. I want to set myself apart from them in the biggest way that i know how. It's really hard for me to know that i have to look exactly like someone everyday, knowing that i'm completely different on the inside. At my previous job, which i loved more than anything, i could be myself, there was a dress code, but it was a lot less limiting to the one i have now, I felt like i still had a personality, and people knew who i was, and accepted it, and we were all one big happy family. It's so sad to me, but i really feel like i have lost part of myself because of a stupid job that i hate.

Have any of you gone through something similar to this before? I'd really like to know how you cope. My last two posts have been super complain-y, so I apologize for that. This is just something that has been bothering me for a while, and i thought i might as well go ahead and get it off my chest. I just need to know how to deal with this, i hate feeling like i'm just another fish in the sea.

xoxo, kara.

holy emotional roller coaster!

This past week was all over the place. I had no intentions in taking a break from blogging, but this week was just so overwhelming, that i had no energy for anything.

Let's start with Monday:

- Our air conditioner broke last Thursday. It had been well over 90 degrees all weekend long, so the inside of our house was just completely excruciating. It was so so hot inside. Our landlord didn't answer my calls, so, a repairman wouldn't have the opportunity to come and fix the a.c until monday. So, we had a very long, hot, and exhausting weekend. Monday morning the a.c guy showed up, stayed for 3 minutes, i felt cool air coming out of the vents, and he left.

Tuesday:

I come home from work at about 3:30am, the house is still feeling nice and cool. Very relaxing. Me and Nathan throw in a movie, and hit the hay. I wake up at about 10:30 am, completely drenched in sweat. Get out of bed, go to the hallway, check the thermostat. It says it's 86 degrees. At this point, i'm furious. The air conditioner is broken, yet again. I call the landlord, tell him what's going on. He cusses, acting like it's my fault the a.c is broken again. Tuesday quickly becomes one of the longest and hardest days i've had in a while. It just kept getting hotter in inside and out. There was absolutely no refuge. I talk to the my slumlord several more times throughout the day. He proceeds to tell me that he is going to have to install a brand new air conditioning unit in the house, it's apparently going to cost him $4,000 dollars, and it could be weeks before he puts a new one in. WEEKS?!@ ARE YOU KIDDING ME?>!?@

-Here is where is gets really bad.-

By about 6:30pm, it had reached 96 degrees, INSIDE OUR HOUSE. Mind you, we have two small kittens. Nathan looks over at me, and says "Kara, is Paul breathing?" (Paul is the cat, weird name, i know.) I look down at my little Pauly, and he is laying completely flat to floor, not moving whatsoever. I bend down, and start stroking him, no response. I called his name a few times, nothing. I picked him up, and his poor little kitty body was completely limp, it was like he collasped in my hands. Still no response at all from him. I started hysterically crying. I fell to my knees, put my hands over my face, and really cried. April, my roommate, started crying. She got on the phone with Chris, her boyfriend and our other roommate, and told him Paul was dead. He rushed home right away. Somewhere along the way, through all of our crying and sadness, we decide to take Paul, and stick him under the faucet in the kitchen sink.  He let the water pour down on him for a while, and then out of nowhere, perked up. He finally raised up his little head, opened his mouth to meow, but nothing came out. Then he jumped out of the sink, and walked off. So, after the cat literally almost died, i called the landlord back.

I was irate, and went off on him. He asked if we wanted out of the lease, and i told him i would talk to my roommates, and that he absolutely needed to give me our security deposit back. Obviously he didn't go for that.

Wednesday:

I was off work Wednesday. April went to work that morning as per usual, and one of her coworkers wrote her a check for us to go buy a window air conditioning unit. It was seriously one of the nicest things anyone could have ever done for us. April cried. I cried. It was just so kind and so generous. Thank god for some of the people in this world who actually have heart. After April got off work we went out to dinner with Cousin Ashley. That was a nice little break from reality. After dinner we decided to drive around for a while and look for places that are renting. We ended up taking down a few numbers, calling a couple of people. We lucked out and found a house. Called the guy, and he was ready and willing to show it to us right then. Perfect! We went inside the first apartment, but it really wasn't what we were looking for. Then he mentioned having 2 more rental properties available, and agreed to show us them. The second house was the most adorable, perfectly retro little house i have ever seen. It was sooo clean and pretty. Everything was in tact. It was glorious. We were set. The rent on the house is a whole hundred dollars cheaper than what we're paying now. The gentleman told us that if we had 900 bucks, it was ready to be ours. BIG PROBLEM. Our landlord won't give us our deposit back. So, no money. No cute house. No air conditioning. More crying.

Thursday:

After a threatening phone call from an attorney to our landlord, our air conditioner was fixed. A crew of guys fixed it that morning, and were at my house for 6 hours. I accidently fell asleep on the couch while they were here, and i woke up with them eating lunch at my kitchen table. Go freaking figure.

Friday:

I can't remember anything that happened.

So, our air conditioner is finally fixed. And hopefully for good. Our little Pauly is still alive, thank god. I know that none of us are happy living in this stupid house right now, but it seems like it's our only option until August 27th. That's when the lease is up. Please, cross your fingers that something works out, and quick.

Also, i'm sorry this post turned into a gigantic novel. It was just a really hard week, and blogging is the cheapest form of therapy that i'm currently aware of.

xoxo, kara.

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