I'm writing my first play!

It needs to happen, and so it is. I am expanding my writing endeavors. I now blog and write plays.

I have a feeling my play is going to turn out really random with lots of profanity and accidental insults.

I'm taking pictures.

Selections from the Tao Te Ching

Thirty spokes join in one hub
In its emptiness, there is the function of a vehicle
Mix clay to create a container
In its emptiness, there is the function of a container
Cut open doors and windows to create a room
In its emptiness, there is the function of a room

Therefore, that which exists is used to create benefit
That which is empty is used to create functionality

Attain the ultimate emptiness
Hold on to the truest tranquility
The myriad things are all active
I therefore watch their return

Everything flourishes; each returns to its root
Returning to the root is called tranquility
Tranquility is called returning to one's nature
Returning to one's nature is called constancy
Knowing constancy is called clarity

Not knowing constancy, one recklessly causes trouble
Knowing constancy is acceptance
Acceptance is impartiality
Impartiality is sovereign
Sovereign is Heaven
Heaven is Tao
Tao is eternal
The self is no more, without danger

End sagacity; abandon knowledge
The people benefit a hundred times

End benevolence; abandon righteousness
The people return to piety and charity

End cunning; discard profit
Bandits and thieves no longer exist

These three things are superficial and insufficient
Thus this teaching has its place:
Show plainness; hold simplicity
Reduce selfishness; decrease desires

A strong military, a tool of misfortune
All things detest it
Therefore, those who possess the Tao avoid it
Honorable gentlemen, while at home, value the left
When deploying the military, value the right

The military is a tool of misfortune
Not the tool of honorable gentlemen
When using it out of necessity
Calm detachment should be above all
Victorious but without glory
Those who glorify
Are delighting in the killing
Those who delight in killing
Cannot achieve their ambitions upon the world

Auspicious events favor the left
Inauspicious events favor the right
The lieutenant general is positioned to the left
The major general is positioned to the right
We say that they are treated as if in a funeral
Those who have been killed
Should be mourned with sadness
Victory in war should be treated as a funeral

Those who wish to take the world and control it
I see that they cannot succeed
The world is a sacred instrument
One cannot control it
The one who controls it will fail
The one who grasps it will lose

Because all things:
Either lead or follow
Either blow hot or cold
Either have strength or weakness
Either have ownership or take by force

Therefore the sage:
Eliminates extremes
Eliminates excess
Eliminates arrogance

Higher people hear of the Tao
They diligently practice it
Average people hear of the Tao
They sometimes keep it and sometimes lose it
Lower people hear of the Tao
They laugh loudly at it
If they do not laugh, it would not be the Tao

Expressions of a Girl in a Onesie

So i officially have 3 onesies to my name now. One glow in the dark sports onesie, one glow in the dark dinosaur onesie, and one blue onesie with sock monkeys for feet. Right now I'm sportin the monkey onesie.

and you know what...?

I'm happy.

And it's not just fleeting onesie happiness.

This is true enduring happiness.

So dont fuck it up for me.

Thanks.

Love,

KKtheKoolKid

Break...hmmm

I like break?

I like not having classes. I like wearing festive scarves. I like when my dad sings christmas carols loudly to annoy my mom.

But (say in high squeaky voice)....

I'm home and it feels awkward. There should be a comma in that sentence.

I love my family, BUT (again, in hsv ((high squeaky voice)))))))) There are too many parenthesis in that clause))

My bedroom is gone, and I feel like a guest all the time. I'm a very awkward houseguest too. I'm not the kind that brings a really groovy bottle of wine with a million interesting stories to tell and a really sweet-ass (what an awful word) scar in the shape of a naked woman. IM JUST NOT THAT.

What I am is that girl that cuts her hair real short, and everyone thinks she is trying too hard to step outside the box and say a big FUCK YOU to the system, when really she just loves Bravo reality shows too much to be that fucking cool.

Well. I don't really have a point.... Nope. Not so far....

I'm listening to Coldplay, and it's soothing my soul.

Coldplay: aloe for the soul.

or for my athiests...

Coldplay: aloe for the body (not to be confused with lotion)

You know what I'm a fan of? Coldplay. You know what else? Placing

unnecessary spaces

in my

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posts.

Ok bye.

Love,

KW

I should have stopped at the title...

I am so excited about graduating. I cannot wait to live!

AHHHH!

Life is getting real!

What I love about life is that everything that has been awful about college has kinda resolved itself this year...my senior year.. and it has made me a better, stronger, and happier person. I swear life cares about me! Things just work out so nicely!

I'm stupid emotional lately. Everything is so damn sentimental. I feel like I'm high or drunk and just love everybody. Not in the biblical sense... I'm not a whore... or a Christian. Not that Christians are whores. Oh gosh. I'm still talking...

Christians have been on my mind lately. But it is 3:44 am and nobody gives a shit so I won't bring it up.

Why am I blogging?

Sorry. I was just thinking about life and thinking about how I want everyone in the world to care about what I'm thinking. Since everyone in the world reads this blog, I just assumed I should type all this out.

I just want to dance.

And be good at baking.

And to share a condo with Coldplay.

And I want Ingrid to stop licking herself while looking at me.. It makes me feel awkward.

And a garden.

I am still talking....

Ok bye.

Am I lazy or a taoist?

You know what? I don't know.

I want people to describe me as one of the most sensuous composers ever.

I'm listening to NPR right now (I have already earned 2 white points and 4 tool points with this blog post). The NPR voice just described Beethoven as one of the most sensuous composers ever. One day I hope for NPR voice to describe me this way. Or maybe, I just want to be one of the most sensuous bloggers ever. That's more attainable.

See.. that's taoist of me. I'm going with the flow of my own river and seeking attainable joy. Or am I being lazy!?

Ok, I don't think it's lazy to not strive to be Beethoven. I mean I could do it... but I'm just not that into it. But like (worst beginning to a sentence ever) I don't have what people call "plans." Nawmean??? I don't have a 5 year play.. a 1 year plan...a 1 minute plan. I'm just kinda livin...and lovin it.

Livin and lovin- a life without "g's" (My memoir)

Honestly this is the most stress-free I've ever been. I just don't worry about things. I KNOW it will work out. As soon as I began to take on this taoist mentality, things fell into place. I found my true friends and I got healthier! Anyone who knows about my mystery illness that has plagued me for the past 4 years knows how stressful it has been on me to figure out why I've been so sick. As soon as I stopped obsessing about it, though, and really just tuned into what my body needs.. I began to really feel better. I think the hippies...know...what...they...are...talking...about. WHAT??

I mean... I've been tiptoeing the line of hippieness for the past 3.6 years but the smell of it has always kept me from completely joining the commune, ya know? But all this natural healing bidness (business) has really made me proud of my stinkyness (aka my hippieness).

Lesson for today, children, is that everyone of us has his or her own dreams, talents, hairstyles, etc. and each of us has the potential to be utterly joyful in life. The only way to really achieve this happiness, though, is to accept our gifts and abilities and see where they take us. I should not try to be Beethoven. I should not try to be Britney Spears (Who am I kidding? I am Britney). I should just try to be me and be happy with it. So far, this has really worked out. We'll see.

Life is balance.. just like a good cocktail.

Life is about drinking.

Life is about getting so drunk that you forget your mistakes.

Somewhere I got off track.

BALANCE.

Ok. Don't test on animals. That's all I ask. The rest is up to you.

But if you want advice, you know I can tell you exactly what to do with your life because I am all-knowing.

Tao

KW

History

Fuck it.

Sorry. I'm in Latin American Studies right now.

So I was going to make a new blog but I missed this one so suck it past decisions

I'm sick. I'm okay with it though. I'm watching Ludacris.

Crash is a great movie.

See... I should get paid to review movies. Short and to the point.

This is what I have to say. I am sick of fighting. Sandra Bullock is sick of it too. And I'm pretty sure Ludacris is sick of it. So much sickness. My many many years on this planet have brought me to the conclusion: wait for it...people....wait for it....don't....wait for it... change. No one has ever come to that conclusion before. NO ONE! People don't change. Republicans don't change into real people.

That was a gratuitous dig at republicans. I don't dislike republicans. I dislike politics...mainly republicans. Oh shnap... I didn't mean to say that.

Actually, I don't really believe that people don't change. I changed from a Catholic, Republican, white girl to an unaffiliated girl in denial about being white. I changed, though, because of myself. No one told me what I should be and that's how I know it will last. That's how I know this is the real me. So, I have given up on trying to change people to be more like me. When people figure out for themselves how right I am, then the change will stick.

I'm only kidding. I'm actually a lot less arrogant than I seem.

I'm only kidding. I'm actually a lot more arrogant than I seem.

I'm only kidding. I'm full of shit all the time.

Another paragraph, another topic. So, I have short hair now. And I have darkish, redish, hairish. It's very new and extreme and exciting. I like to live in extremes and contradictions. I like to say: I HATE REPUBLICANS one minute and the next say I LOVE... wait I don't say that.

Sorry republicans. I'll target democrats tomorrow, even though you are all pretty much the same.

How do you like to live?

Do you need a haircut?

Do you know what YOU believe?

Drink lots of water.

Take less pills.

Don't be racist.

Don't shoot racists because you'll find out later in the movie that you are in that the racist you shot saved your wife's life.

Don't shoot heroin because you'll find out later in the movie that you are in that the heroin you shot saved your wife's life. WAIT that's heroine.

I love you.

KW

Breaking News

I've decided I'm not pursuing an acting career. 

Alone Time

I love being alone.

Oh yeah. I'm starting a new blog. 

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETNESS!

Sometimes you just gotta say fuck.

It's 1:45 am. I'm listening to Ice Cube, eating a pickle, and researching animal testing.

I am so fucking sick of feeling stuck. I always feel stuck. Tonight I'm busting out. I don't know what that means really, but I gotta step forward because sitting back and letting animals suffer, letting children grow up in the hood without education, letting TV, magazines, billboards, fashion, grades, and other meaningless bullshit distract me from what really matters is really starting to make me hate myself, which is the opposite of what really matters!

WHAT REALLY MATTERS?

Love and happiness for all. Not happiness as in "pleasure." Life isn't your fucking orgasm. Life is about peaceful existence. Not money. Are you still happy from that expensive iPod you got 2 years ago for Christmas? NO. You have a new one that pisses you off because it freezes sometimes. Material is fleeting. Ignorance is persistent. Combine the two and you have the makings of a typical western human existence- heck the typical human existence.

The first step is admitting you have problem.

Can you possibly see your own ignorance? It's not easy. It's not fun.

It'll drive you crazy... It'll make you blog. But in the end it will make you whole.

Today, drop the ego for a bit. If you can't do that, then just blame the world's problems on Muslims, gangsta rap, fuckin liberals, women who can't drive, or weed. They are all great scapegoats.

Leggo my eggo.

LOVE,

kw

P.S. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at me. Anger makes me get stuff done, though, so I'm ok with it for now. It also makes me crave sodium.

I have a giant bruise on my knee but it doesn't even compare to this.

I cannot seem to figure out how to post this video on my blog (even though I have done such a thing before) so I just put the address down yonder.

Watching this video re-ignited the crazy animal-loving fire that is within me. Like I have said many many many many many times and choose to repeat again now, I think that the realization of animal rights will instigate positive change in all aspects of society. It is hard for me to believe that someone could watch this video and not feel some compassion for these animals. Once I was introduced to animal rights issues and their prevalence in this world, my compassion and desire to learn more about how to improve this earth for all beings only grew. Maybe, just maybe, it will do the same for you and your family, friends, and pilates instructors (your obliques look great, by the way).

Katlyn just had a mini-rant.


Anyways, I am loving blogging right now but I feel like I'm bluffin with my muffin. I gotta go learn my lines right now. RIGHT NOW.


https://secure.peta.org/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=2359




BYE!

You hang up first.

No you.

You are so cute.

Ok. Bye for real.

Before I get drunk for my 21st, I want to make sure people have something to take away from my years of life.

Coldplay in puppet form

I CANT BLOG!

I want to!

I REALLY WANT TO!

It's some kind of mental blockage. Blockages are never fun. I can honestly say I have never had fun when any kind of blockage was involved. Especially blog blockage. Blogage (I like the way that sounds with a long O sound; sample that..have a samps).

Today I considered applying for the position of sandwich artist. Obviously I have the experience and talent, but do I have the drive? I have a sandwich art blockage.

I just want to pass this wisdom I have earned from my almost 21 years of life. At this milestone, I have realized that friendship and love is the absolute most important thing. I have known for a while that money is not the key to happiness, and I have known that sandwich art isn't the key to happiness, and that not recycling isn't the key to happiness, but I haven't always known about the friendship thing. I thought maybe my art- theatre, painting, writing, self-awareness- was the key, but all of these things mean nothing when you have no one to complain to when these things disappoint you or to celebrate with when they open mouth kiss you (i love when theatre open mouth kisses.. its a little pretentious and gay but tastes good). I was so concerned with my acting and my grades and with being an IMPORTANT member of society, but then I looked at the mirror of "suck it" and I saw myself. I am probably the only person who understands what that means.

One day I will find someone else who has a mirror of suck it that only reflects them when they are bullshitting themselves, and on that day I will open mouth kiss them.

Today, on this day, this specific segment of 24 hours, this point on life's timeline, I would like you and all of your kind to recycle, omit from buying from pet shops, and then tell your friends and family that you are sorry for getting drunk whenever you have to see them just to make the time pass more easily. Try and realize how much you need certain people in your life and maybe let them know.

So, thank you Mark for taking me to Sonic yesterday and for letting me whine about life to you. You are an excellent friend with great abs (ad paid for by Mark Jennings) Thank you Jessica for being sassy and listening to my ridiculousness. You are also an excellent friend. Thank you A for still showing you care.Thank you all for reading this blog.

Now it's your turn.

Blog.

Try it.

BLOGAGE CURED!

(Insert radio jargon here for Mark "Mark in the Morning" Jennings)

Stay sexy. You don't need a boob job.

Kdubs

Una perspectiva nueva.

I think I'm ready to blog again, but it's going to be different.

Life right now is changing. I'm changing everyday. I feel it and I can't keep track of it. I think more people need to keep track of themselves because we get caught in these patterns of living and suppress so much of our real desires. I want freedom, and I am beginning to learn what that means.

Right now, I want to sleep.

So I'm going to give into that desire, and when I wake up everything will be different.

Don't be afraid of anything.

A Day in the Life

Hey world, 

I am constantly redefining myself. But just because I'm loosing, doesn't mean I'm lost.

Isn't it weird how men, specifically Republicans love me, it's like.... whoa I'm a gun and Republicans love guns.

Things I love:  men that love to sit on my couch, old movies, and my mac when it is sitting upon a table top in Panera.

More importantly, I worry about a lot. Animals. Frick. Daily vitamin intake. frick. cooties. FRICK!

I hope social security doesn't run out, we owe it to society to fund the alcoholics.  

I love to be bookmarked, it's like speed dial but often time boobs are involved. 

Bow ties!!!!!! Grand ole party. Goodnight. 

11%!

So, I have 11% battery right now. What can I say that is totally freakin' sweet in 11% worth of time?

I should probably avoid saying things like "totally freakin' sweet" to start off.

only 10%!

I want to be less afraid of life. I'm scared of sharks, vehicular homicide, feet, breaking a bone, not finding my purpose in life, carpet burn (sounds scandalous), and a multitude of other things.

If I was less afraid, I would jump off of cliffs, drive four-wheelers, knit, and so much more. 

My challenge for you, World, is to try something new and out of your comfort zone today.

Gah I hope I don't break a foot bone in a car accident after a carpet delivery truck swerves into my lane while im on my way to the aquarium.

Now, I've jinxed it.

Love,

me

Back and bloggier than ever

So I have been on a retreat away from blogging. For a while, I had grown weary of the exposure and constant fan following that resulted from my brilliant blogging abilities. I had a nervous breakdown, started clubbing with no panties on, and then went to rehab.

Now I am back and more ridiculous than I was before. I'm still panty-less though.

Something needs to change, though. I need a new gimmick. You are tired of the whiney self-analysis that my posts evolved into.

So, let's go back to the roots of this little blog thing. This blog thing started as a step for the movement of animal rights. As I grew up, though, it became more about self-discovery and reevaluation of the passions I held.

The plan, as of now, is to take what I have learned about myself and weave these things into posts about social issues. Basically, I'm still that hippie veggie chick with a bone to pick with society, just a little less hippie and little less veggie and a little less chick. I mean..I'm still a girl, I just think I've grown from a chick to a...chicken?

So, let's jump right on in here. ka-pow, and here we go;

Today, I observed an intense discussion in my sociology class on the criminal justice system, particularly on the death penalty. I did not partake in this discussion a) because it's at 8 in the morning, and I don't believe in discussion before 9:30 and b) because I was fascinated by the sociology present within the sociological discussion. Discussions seem to bring out the extreme opinions of people. There is very little middle ground because it is set up like a debate, an argument, in which there must be two poles that are equally defensive of their beliefs. Voices get louder and more shrill. Hands fly up like they smackin a big ol' booty as soon as people think of a retort. What is really interesting, though, are the bonds that are made within a class of mainly strangers. People feel connected to those that agree with them and the individual's ideas are reaffirmed in their minds. Before, I would have shouted from a very large hill my ideas to the class and then blogged about how wrong others were. Today, I'm much more chill. I'm a noticer. I sit and notice things. I'm like a stalker of social issues. It's creepy, but it feels so good.

What I learned is that people hate to listen. Like (this "like" is completely unnecessary, by the way)... we hate having to wait our turn. We hate having to pause and really consider what the other side says. Think about it. If you are, say, pro-choice and there is a "discussion" on abortion, are you really considering the ideas of the pro-life folks or are you thinking about how to prove them wrong? I'm not saying that thinking of arguments is wrong, I'm merely observing the futility of discussion. The other side is doing the same thing.

It is my belief that minds, hearts, and souls are only changed when personal experience lends itself towards that change. I became a vegan when I learned for myself the traumatic life of the consumed animal. Therefore, it is not my goal, with this blog or in life, to convert the world to my perspective. I now realize that a) I cannot change anyone or tell anyone what to do and b) my own perspective is vulnerable to change because I am human and not all-knowing.

My morals tell me that I must ALWAYS be open to change my opinion about things. I must always be learning more, absorbing more information. Also, I must always put out there what my current beliefs are so that others can benefit from my life-experiences and understanding of things. This doesn't mean I have to literally constantly be holding a megaphone and keeping people posted on how I feel about the world (although, admit it World, you'd like it if I did). I am saying that there must be an openness in my life to talk about the taboo topics and daunting social issues.

As humans, I think we are very closed off in many ways. Maybe it's an instinctual protection thing. 'Thing" is such a dumb word. It's a "I feel very protective of my beliefs because they are what make me, me so I fight with those who try to take them away"...kinda thing. If we would just take a sigh of relief and then let the air flow back in calmly and openly, then life on earth would be so much less confrontational. It would be more about learning and growing than about separating and destroying.

Peace and unity have become stereotyped as hippie-stoner things, but should be norms. They are the things (stop saying "thing!") that could actually make everyone happy.

Happiness is the goal, but as long as society is divisive then someone is always unhappy and feeling left out. Then that person hurts others in response to these feelings, and soon the hate passes around the world and people always have someone to be mad at.

Find peace within yourself, with your flaws, with your gifts, and with your haircolor, and you will inevitably find the peace within everyone else. You appreciate the flaws and gifts of others (never the haircolor though) and find it harder to hate.

STOP RANTING

OK. Sorry, I haven't blogged in a while and I could literally type all day. So... I will leave the library now and maybe go to class or something.

I hate class.
I hate teachers.
I hate society.
I'm going to commit a crime now.

OH the irony.

I feel like this blog is as futile as the discussion in my class.

Crap.

OH the irony.

ok bye.

(Just because I'm losin...)

So I'm sad.

I mean.. it's ok. 

I got great news today but for whatever reason my stupid brain counteracts such news with overthinking and self-loathing.

Then, I saw Gran Torino. Great movie, but sad.

So I'm sad.

We all get sad. It's healthy. As cliche as it is, it makes the happy times...happy.

I want to say more but I'm too in my own head at this moment so I will spread my words of wisdom and greatness (at least my sadness hasn't affected my humility) tomorrow. Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be when this all makes sense. Tomorrow I will learn why I am sad and turn it into a life lesson.

But now, I will mope (just a little) and read some Chekov.

If you are sad, you are not alone so never feel that way. Lonely is the worst kind of sad.

If you are happy, cherish it and use it to accomplish all you want.

What do I want?

hmm....

sounds like a post.

(...doesn't mean I'm lost)