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.