Welps Welps

Hardly anyone knows this but I was in Connecticut between Wednesday and early this morning. My uncle passed away but I mostly went to support my dad. I'm a great travel partner especially with my spacey dad. I don't think he would have accomplished anything in a timely matter if it weren't for me. He took me to the city he grew up in AGAIN. But I learn something new every time. My grandfather was a police man between the 30's and 70's and we were able to gain access to various photos and older pistols and a fucking sweet tommy gun through the police station. They were very nice and informative regarding my grandfather and the time at which he worked as a police officer. The city my dad lived in had a sort of Norman Rockwell feel. Very industrial, very safe and everyone knew each other's business. These-a days the place is filled with the poor and overweight. It's horrible.
My great aunt Barbara and great uncle Richard came from New Jersey and they are absolutely wonderful. My great uncle Richard was a seabee in WW2 and designed the infrastructure for plane landing fields. He's very aware of ongoing issues and had a lot of important things to discuss with me. He made a point to tell me he won't be surprised if I'm engaged the next time he sees me but hopes I'll wait till 29. I'm taking it into consideration. His wife Barbara is a laugh riot. She's an ultimate Republican and drinks strictly scotch. She unbelievably loves scotch and consumes it faster than I can keep track. She's quick with comments and is wonderfully hilarious.
I became close one of my dad's friends moms who thinks shes 76 but is actually 78. She loves life and it rubbed off on me. Her favorite thing is lighthouses and she made me promise to write her and gave me fourteen days to send her a picture of me. She also gave me a small teddy bear to remember her by. Her grandson and son in law play the drums but instead of being annoyed by it she dances. I love her.

That's probably not all but my left eye won't stop twitching.

Just goes to shows

I'm horribly sick with a fever, aches and aches. I slept this gloriously sunny day away only waking up a couple of times for no more than ten seconds and not getting out of my bed. One thing that was absolutely wonderful about being sick is that being sick serves as the only time my brother will mature and not bother me. He mistakenly slammed my door open this morning hoping to wake me. Instead he felt bad which is really great for me. Besides that dreams are wonderful. I had a number of beautifully colored dreams and adventure. Dreams are way better than real life. The worst for me has always been waking up out of good dreams unless it's before a trip. Speaking of, my mother wants me to plan a trip to somewhere but I don't know where to go. She says I suddenly became nicer after returning from New York which is probably true. I started a New York puzzle which is like 750 pieces and glows in the dark. I worked on it a little yesterday and I'm pretty quick. I love puzzles and I haven't done one since last winter. If you ever don't know what to get me, get a puzzle, or a dress.

Presentation must include:

My name is Catherine Krenn. I am taking ASL so that I will be proficient in a language other than English. I have a mother, a father and a brother. I can hear and I can speak. In fact, I enjoy both undeniably. I can taste, smell and touch as well. I'll brag my thankfulness out.

Gotta Go

What I absolutely hated about today and what I continue to fail to stop thinking about is my breakfast. As I poured my Frosted Flakes into a bowl I noticed that the point at which I had wanted to stop pouring was not practical as I wouldn't have left enough for the next consumer. I know how much I hate when I'm that unlucky consumer so I felt forced to just finish it. This wouldn't have been so much a problem except for that the amount left was a questionable amount, only slightly not enough for another's bowl. I unwillingly poured the rest including all the excess sugars that lurk the bottom of the bag. My bowl was filled to the rim and I had to upgrade to a larger size. There was no way I was going to eat Frosted Flakes without mixing it with Cocoa Krispies but as a result to limited space I was unable to add the true amount I had desired. I wanted roughly half and half but what I got was more like seven eighths and one eighth. Atleast there was milk and big spoons.

Everybody has a secret

Meone laying on the couch in only the company of himself, bong rips, and blasting psychedelics.

First handedly observing an individuals guilty pleasures is one of the top 10 things life has to offer. It basically proves what you had always thought you knew about a person in the most perfect and undeniable way.
One thing that I've been caught doing on a number of occasions by a number of people is sleeping. Usually heard snoring and found laying on my stomach with a mouth wide open dripping slobber. I've also been caught trying to be sneaky in various ways. I'm always trying to be sneaky especially incorporating exaggerations or completely made up things but also when it comes to valuables. At parties I sneak beers, at Whole Foods I sneak dolmas, and at any Longs or Safeway I sneak gum. Until I stop feeling completely innocent afterwards I will probably never stop. My five year old cousin Rebekah feels the same way. She's always lying and she's been caught sneaking a couple times. My entire family is shocked by her actions but I can't help but to smile slightly.

I also read in a book today that Carl Van Vechten (1880-1964), a former music critic for the New York Times described his interest in African Americans as "almost and addiction" and commissioned a caricature of himself as a black man. He affected a heterosexual identity as a married man but collected photographs of nude black men.

Valentine

Valentine's Day is just as shitty as Lent for the same reason which applies to all holidays minus The Fourth of July and birthdays. The only day I look forward to celebrating is St. Patrick's Day. You don't have to do anything except dye your beer green and wear glittering shamrocks. It's pretty much the best day ever and the only holiday in which there is no dreading involved. The only preparation with regard to St. Patrick's Day, or even the Fourth of July, is the consumption factor. Just make sure everyone is well fed and hydrated. Every other holiday is about the giving you should have been doing every other day. It's a vicious retarded cycle. Holidays should be relaxing filled with only delicious tri-tip and potatoes. So stop your idiotic trying to be cuteness. Giving should be for whenever you feel like it. It's way more genuine than anything you'll ever do for anyone on Valentine's Day.

Birthday Special for Aedin

My nephew turns 6 today. All I remember from being six is learning about all the cool stuff like the order of the planets and what a carnivore is opposed to an omnivore. It's great to think about all of the many adventures my nephew and I have had together since his forever. His creative vocabulary and ideas have sparked up my most favorite of all time converstations. He's so smart and has a witty humor. One time my uncle was visiting from Florida and my nephew corrected his English in the most amazing asshole way possible. I'm so relieved that there's someone who I can joke around with that won't take me seriously. I know I'm not supposed to influence words like stupid or idiot but we both love it so much and together we're a team. Computers have also been a huge influence in our lives. I've been sitting with him at the computer for years and it's sad to see him doing it all by himself now. He doesn't need my help and often refuses when I offer.
We are such a team that on his birthday, currently while the party made special for him is going on, me and Aedin remain within the boundries of my room together speaking of Smencils, monsters and Spyro. We both don't care to spend time with anyone else. He's far too advanced for kids his age and I don't care for anyone else either. It's absolutely wonderful.

Astronaut Brain

My limbs have been getting out for the first time since early November. I've been waiting so long for the proper amounts of vitamin D but it doesn't seem to be doing anything. I'm feeling just as shitty in the sun as I have been in the rain and clouds. I still can't put concepts together or understand anything properly and I continue to have nothing to say. However I must not forget to appreciate the sun for letting me take off my sweater. Being warm is way better than being cold. Layers only allow me to somewhat keep warm until going indoors where my body temperature raises 20 degrees and I start sweating profusely within moments of entry.

Lent is probably where most of my confusion comes about. Religion is not a requirement anymore and you're probably stressed out enough. It doesn't even make sense to restrict certain bad habits for a short amount of time. What's the point if it's not working towards a permanent change. When Lent is over you won't only go back to your bad habits but you'll be relieved to return to them. So don't be losers for forty days, be happy you did it, and then go back to being losers again.

Oh Mercy Me

Today Frank commented on a girl's beauty and then made sure to specify her race. "She was good looking for a black girl." Some guy overheard and said, "That's a really ignorant thing for you to say, I hope you reconsider your perception mindset."
Sooooo... who is this guy? Well, he looked like an 11 year old in a Gap commercial. Kind of a light brown tone, medium sized fro, wearing thick rim glasses, the original shade of khakis and a bright sweater. He grew up eating McDonald's 6 piece chicken nuggetts but these days goes for the Trader Joe's thing. I don't know but I'm assuming he's really into South America. Specifically political issues but can't wait to go there with backpacking plans. Just as he wishes South America didn't have any poor people, he wishes no one would be even partially rascist. Both of these wishes will never come true atleast in his lifetime. He thinks by wishing and telling a couple people here and there to "wise up" he's going to be some kind of revolutionary. When he actaully grows up and remembers he lives in America, he'll get a job like every American, get married and have kids. He will have developed more personal things to worry about and the rascist and poor will no longer be an issue for him. Not that anything he had ever said about it mattered to anyone anyways.

Super bowl to my dome

What's so good about sports these days anyways. There hasn't been a hero in sports since like 1990 or 91 when Magic Johnson decided being HIV positive was a good thing. I wouldn't even know this if it weren't for having awkward conversations with teachers after class who seem to be sure to relate all topics to their young years. Besides, how many times could watching slam dunks and grand slams really grasp that much attention. What I can say for sports is basketball players with HIV defiantly beats any alternative rockers named John Mayer. However sports isn't the only newspaper section that doesn't have heroes. But that's beyond my focus.

One thing very involved within my focus is the idea that De Anza is offering Karaoke classes for ESL students. Something like this should obviously consider being televised, or atleast written in detail about. By detail I mean facial expressions and dance moves included. The only thing that may potentially better than Karaoke for ESL students is Karaoke for the deaf. And I mean that.

7 inch cuffs

I went to White Walls last night to check out some of the latest additions to the art scene, besides yellow leggings and gross rat hair styles. Unfortunately the presented pieces were nothing more than what I would expect from a Graphic Design student. There was a high usage of Prismacolor markers and some really super thin black ink pens. There was also a shitload of what looked like crappy tattoo designs. I've never been so disappointed with everyone. However this didn't seem to affect the crowd at all as they didn't seem to know what was going on unless it had to do with what they were wearing or who they were meeting, of which were probably not that cool anyways. I overheard some ladies talk about my real chicken for a lot longer than they should have talked about it and I'm assuming it was because they were in that super drunk and yelling mood like everyone else. So as this retard fest went on I powerfaded a couple beers and left.

Winter Warm-Up

I feel like winter '08 is all about coffee and crochetting. However I have no yarn. Maybe winter would be fun if I resided in say Montana where I could include myself in various extreme recreational activites like dog sledding. Even on low key days I would atleast be able to put on my snow boots for a walk within the aromas of pine and spruce trees. Instead I'm sitting here in sunny California not giving a shit about anything and questioning why my face is always so tense. Instead of doing homework I write uninteresting blogs while for some reason enjoying The Knife. None of this is okay with me.

Whenever I say I'm taking ballet this quarter everyone laughs but I'm serious. Not only about taking the class but about ballet. Now I don't know if you've ever been a girl taking ballet classes before but on average there is one guy, presumably gay who has a very clingy personality. And just for a little history lesson, 4 out of 10 male ballet dancers are gay until age 13 when that number suddenly increases. This is just from experience and may or may not be true. So anyways this guy sits next to me before class while I was stretching and starts talking. While he gossiped about whatever I side thought to myself about how strange it is that I always only make friends with the gay guy and rarely anyone else. So my mind went off and reasoning became clear. Basically I hate girls, this guy hates girls, we both really like being girls. All I can hope for now is a reliable companion to do all the girly stuff with like drink Diet Coke and go shopping but while never forgetting to keep out the slut scene.

Modern, Contemporary, I love art.

I went to my first study group yesterday after my math class where I realized that in order to get the answers correct all I need to apply is my ability to read the directions. As much as that relieved me I felt like an idiot. Which reminds me about all of the other idiotic things I catch myself doing throughout the day. Mistakes seem to be both the most common thing I do and my ultimate fall down.
I don't know what that whole stupid thing means to me.
What really has meaning to me and involves idiots is celebrity dating. There's something about it, particularly when televised, that I simply can't get enough of. Unfortunately for me I've been living under a rock and Brett Michael's Rock of Love 2 remains foreign. A number of half dike half lesbians get together, show their tits, rub them and as soon as possible let Brett Michaels know he's welcome to bang at his own convenience. The advertisements seem promising and so do the new competitors. What I can hopefully assume is a lot of silicone, making out, shitty fighting and alcohol poisoning.

Good for nothin' Sunday

Now that i have mirror in my room I seem to catch myself in it. There's always something to fix or redo because I know I can make it better. I'm thinking of taking it down.

Not much to say except the rounds are even and any movie with Keanu Reeves I really don't want to watch but I am interested in watching.
Celebrating the 90's went well minus three fourths of the the attending individuals. I kept getting this feeling that there was nobody there that I had wanted to talk to. There was a lot of yelling and some of the worst dance moves. And I don't mean they were funny or even somewhat amusing. So I stood around with my Great Whites, had a good conversation with hardly anyone and practiced my sign language.
I also am hoping I wake up tomorrow and its Friday.

And I almost forgot...

But how could I forget? Today is Al Capone's death day which obviously requires a second post. I missed His birthday, January 17, which makes this an obligation. I'm pretty sure Al Capone was on the "public enemies" list in the 1930's but I don't really KNOW that. I only know a few things about the bootlegging Al Capone like how He got His face slashed on a couple of occasions. Once was because He publicly complimented a lady's ass and another time was because He fucked up some barber's shop for refusing Him a popular Sicilian haircut at the time. He started his gangster career in his teens, died in 1947 and appeared in Family Guy playing cards with Hitler. I also know He did way more fucking awesome stuff and got wildly famous for it. Which is just another reason why Heath Ledger isn't worth it.

Toodles, Heath

So Heath Ledger happened to die this week. It's too bad I never met the guy. Almost simultaneously to His passing I read from a source that more people are alive today than have ever died. This is obviously good news for all of us that I hope will take at least some part in realizing how much it doesn't matter. I mean, the movies are still around. I can still watch Heath express His love for Cat using song and dance on those amphitheater steps whenever I want, regardless of what He's doing, or not doing.

Judy Garland (Wizard of Oz) died in 1969 on the same date, January 22, also from a supposed overdose.