This Is Going to Get Me Into Trouble

I started a new blog.

For a while now, my best friend Corey and I have been fascinated by the ridiculousness that is the "scene kid." Today at graduation rehearsal, my friend John asked me what the difference between an "emo kid" and a "scene kid" is. To me the difference is pretty obvious, but that's because I'm really boring and I think about these sub genres of cliques a lot. So I guess the main difference is that scene kids love themselves. I mean, REALLY love themselves. They think they are awesome in so many ways that we would never be able to understand.

Also, they tease their hair like they're in an 80s hair metal band.

While I absolutely despise everything they stand for and everything that they listen to (any genre of music with the suffix "-core" is pretty much guaranteed to suck), they do get what they aim for: attention. You would not believe how much attention these kids want. They would LOVE for the paparazzi to follow them around all day; in fact, most scene kids consider themselves famous (having over 10,000 friends on Myspace is, regrettably, just about as notable as Amy Winehouse's latest crack-binged video of her raising baby mice).

So, I'm going to give them what they want and give them a ton of attention by making a new blog that is entirely devoted to the "scene kid of the day." While it is sarcastic at best, bad press is better than no press!

Right?

Anyway, visit www.scenekidoftheday.blogspot.com for more.

This Is a Really Good Idea

I should start a comic about a tiger that plays baseball and name him Tyger Cobb.

MOM! WHERE ARE THE GAUZE PADS!? MOOOMMM!

As I write this, my jaws are exploding. Literally. The tendon that keeps the bottom jaw to the top of the mouth or whatever is currently splattering across the wall in front of me. I'm sure I could bring in a blood splatter expert and they'd say "Oh, it looks like her jaw exploded when she was at the computer."

I HAD MY WISDOM TEETH OUT AND IT WAS THE WORST THING EVER.

I have a huge tattoo on my calf, I've had 6 stitches in my thumb, nerve blocks in my hand, and a concussion; but this is by far the most excrutiating pain I've ever experienced. I did have pain medication, but they only gave me 12 pills and of course I took them all already, I wasn't a dumbass and, like, spaced them out like I was supposed to. That would just be stupid.

So now I'm living off of Ibuprofyn, ice cream, Pennicillin, Stouffer's macaroni and cheese, and cigarettes that I'm not supposed to be smoking. Oh and lots of gauze pads. I really, really shouldn't be smoking. It increases your chance of dry socket a ton. Apparently it also increases your risk for cancer, a fact I did not know!

Last night I looked in the mirror at my swelling (which has mainly affected the left side of my face) and started sobbing, "I LOOK LIKE QUASIMODO!" Even though my mom gently pointed out that Quasimodo had a hump on his back, not his face. I am more akin to the Elephant Man. Thank you, Mom. But she really has been a pretty good nurse. She normally won't let me eat ice cream or buy Chef-Boy-R-Dee ravioli, but she's let me do both without a terse comment! And she even let me call the doctors to see if I could get another prescription for pain medications, though it didn't work out too well (the nurse just told me to take 800 mg of Ibuprofyn with mashed potatos, that worthless slag). And my boyfriend, Greg, took expert care of me last night and even tried to snuggle with me to make me feel better even though I had the general demeanor of a wolverine.

So I have had pretty good caretakers, which has been nice. I think I might go take advantage of one of them (my mom, Greg is at work) and make her get me an ice pack.

This Unremarkable Life

I'm pressing "pause" on my ticket out.

My parents, whose opinion I respect so much, have decided that it isn't practical for me to go to Wayne State next year. At first I was pissed off, and I'm still massively dissapointed and sad, but I've accepted the fact that they just aren't going to let it happen. My sophomore year, though, I'm going up there; either on the scholarship if I can still get it or I'll live there for 9 months and establish residency and then go. My mom says "Maybe you'll like it at Purdue" but I'm not going to let her passive hints get by me right now. I still love my parents to death, but, in the immortal words of Bon Jovi, "It's my life."

Katie's lame factor = obvious after that quote.

I'm watching High Fidelity right now and realizing that maybe I was never actually meant for am interesting, urban life like that, even though I've always seen myself as a person with that life and the characteristics that come with it (independent, artistic, observant, confident, hardass). More often, I betray those characteristics in favor of inertia and weakness. I think that going to Detroit for college could be my way to overcome that, and I don't think logistics problems like looking for apartments and registering for classes should have stood in the way of that. But I should have figured, I guess, I've always screwed up amazing opportunities and maybe this is karma for all of that.

Or maybe life just sucks right now.

But, you know, who cares. I've always been so comfortable with mediocrity, so I'll just continute to coast.

Enid from Ghost World by Daniel Clowes: Stuck.

Wow.

I never thought I'd have a moment in my life like this.

I just got a 36,000 dollar scholarship to Wayne State University in Detroit. It is the university I wanted to attend for the longest time, but didn't plan on going to because of the cost. Now it's completely feasible for me to go there. At a time where I have been 100% sure I was going to Purdue; in fact, I have paid the deposit and signed up for Day on Campus and everything. Now I have the chance to go to my favorite place in the world with my wonderful boyfriend who is more committed to me than Tom Cruise is to Xenu (or something). But it's 5 hours and a world away from my parents, my cats, my house. But there's the thing, it's my house, not necessarily my HOME. Maybe Detroit is my home, as I have so brashly claimed it is for so long.

Maybe I should just drink myself to death in the French Quarter in New Orleans.

When You're Chewing on Life's Gristle, Don't Grumble; Give a Whistle!

I've been on a real Monty Python kick lately (granted, I've been on a Monty Python kick since childhood). But I've been getting a lot of graduation party invitations lately which is caused me to think about what could be the senior year "theme song." I've decided "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" from Life of Brian is definately my pick.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHPOzQzk9Qo


I really would like to post the video on here, but blogspot is being lame and not letting me use Youtube html. So I'll post the lyrics.

(words and music by Eric Idle)

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.What have you lost? Nothing!)Always look on the right side of life...