I Read Sometimes

So, I read something, because I read sometimes. It was an essay called "Sex, Lies and Conversation" by Deborah Tannen. It was about the communication differences between men and women, and how these misunderstandings can lead to divorce. While I was reading this essay, it occurred to me that I don't have the regular conversational skills expected of a female.

According to studies conducted by people in lab coats, women expect eye contact when they're talking to people. Women think making eye contact means the person is listening intently on their every word. Men rarely look at each other when they talk. I don't know if there's really a reason. I think that's just how they talk-- more casually. I fall under the "Eye contact freaks me out" category.

Different genders respond to problems a lot differently too. When females want to talk about a problem that has arises, they expect a lot of support from their friends. They want agreement, reassurance and understanding. However, males assure each other by telling one another that its not really a big deal, and it could be worse. If a female got that response from someone they would assume they didn't care about them. Men like this response because then they realize their problems aren't so bad. See, I always feel like the worse friend ever because I can never be supportive or comforting. I always think, it could be worse, or why does everybody always have to dramatize every little thing that happens in their lives. When I encounter a problem, I usually think up the worse case scenario. Then, I am comforted by the fact that I'm alive, breathing and have the best brain anyone ever had.

There was a lot of other really interesting things in her essay. Those two stuck out to me because it helps me see where my social awkwardness comes from. When people tell me they have a problem I say, "Well, I don't know what to tell you," which probably isn't any better then saying, "It could be worse" and making them feel insignificant. But, that's all I got.

Don't make eye contact with me,

GroovyBandGeek

Think of Green

Green is my favorite color.

I'm very attracted to the color green. There's so many reasons I love green. Just stop and think about the color green... Okay, you done?

Think of, "Going Green" as in the recycling movement. Recycling is good.

Think of positiveness. Likes on a YouTube videos are represented with the color green.

Think of plants, trees, bushes and grass. They're awesome, they give us oxygen... You know, to keep us alive.

Think of growth. The growth of plants, the growth of persons, the growth of relationships... Just growth of anything.

Think of healing. Whether its physical, emotional, mental, whatever.

Think of safety. Green gives you that safe feeling.

Think of peace. Green seems like a peaceful color to me. I mean, usually its "Blue Vs. Red" and I imagine Green must just sit and watch all nicely.

Think of your favorite color. Is it as groovy as green? Probably not.

~GroovyBandGeek~

P.S. RED IS UGLY

Phyllis Mildred, A Monster

Hello.

I have a cat named Phyllis Mildred. I really like her. She's the most beautiful cat in the whole wide world, but that doesn't mean much, because I don't really like cats. I don't see her as a cat. I see her as a "Phyllis Mildred" another monster all on its own. I just have to identify her as a cat, because technically that is what she is.

She's been doing some crazy stuff lately.

One rainy morning I heard a faint meowing outside my window. It sounded pathetic, and immediately I knew it to be Phyll's. Although it was much too early to wake up I went to rescue my rain-soaked Phyllis anyways. She was hiding in some bushes. It took me almost five minutes of calling her name for her to run into my arms. She loves me... Or just really hates the rain.

Another morning I woke up to a faint meowing out my window again. It wasn't raining. So, I thought maybe she got stuck in a tree again. I walked to the edge of our deck and called out to her. Her meowing came from above. Confused, I looked to my upper right. She was on the roof of our house. This scared me. I almost ran to our garage to get a ladder, but then she jumped off the roof. Running to my arms, yet again.

Yesterday, my parents, Casey, and I got home. Casey pointed out the fact that Phyllis wasn't in the house. This meant she was outside since before we left. Which was at 6:30 that morning. I wasn't really worried about it. Casey was. So, she went outside and searched. Later she reported that she heard Phyll meowing from in the woods and that I needed to help her look for Phyllis. I called out for her and heard the faint meowing too. We thought maybe she was stuck in some raspberry bushes, or was lost in the overgrown trees and bushes. There was a lot of calling for her, until I faced my fears (SNAKES!) and went in after her. I made it back into the swampy portion of our woods and looked for any sign of movement. Phyllis wasn't doing a very good job of meowing, so it took me a little while to find her. She was sitting on a log, looking pretty freaked out and Snickers, our older cat, was glaring at her. Snickers isn't a mean cat, but Phyllis likes to antagonize her. Phyllis wouldn't come to me at first, but after getting down to her level and holding out my arms, she finally gave in. Getting out of the swampy forest was a lot harder than getting in. I lost a pair of flip-flops and came out barefooted.

The moral of the story is... Phyllis has been doing some crazy stuff lately. Which was the first line in the story, I guess you really didn't have to read all of that.

A Song I Wrote About Odd Numbers

ODD NUMBERS!

YOU'RE SO LUMPY & SHARP.

AND THAT'S HOW YOU'VE FOUND YOUR WAY INTO MY HEART!

ODD NUMBERS!

WHY ARE YOU SO SAD & LONELY.

I WOULD BE YOUR FRIEND IF ONLY...

I WAAASSS AAA NUMMBBEERRR

YEEEAAAHH

*guitar solo*

Something I Drew Today

I call it. "The Alien and his Butterflies"

Uh, There Was A Talent Show Day

I wasn't in the talent show. Our Senior class threw together a talent show to make some money.

Being a Senior is kinda stupid (Not the old-person Senior, they get Senior discounts.) The only two classes that aren't pointless are English and Calculus. Which is a lie because even Calculus is pointless, (Well, at least for the type of career I'm going into.) Yeah, I don't really like school right now, I just go there for the socialization. --- I don't even like socializing. I like watching other people socialize though, I like observing them and taking notes (not really.)

(((( Sorry there's so many parenthesis I blame cold medication and a sinus headache. ))))

I've been getting out of those pointless classes for half-a-week due to setting up the talent show. It was a success, in my opinion. Except for my picture-taking, but I don't really wanna talk about it.

This is just a little snippet of the boring life of Katie.

"Sometimes when I’m singing you draw pictures on the walls
And I wonder then if how I’m feeling makes sense to you at all
I show tunes to you I've written, and you cover them in paint,
They’re better now, grey and smudged,
And dirty like your face." Debut - Fortunes Fall

I'm totally in love with that song...

Autumnsong

Okay, this might be kind of short, but I couldn't figure out how to make this topic into a coherent tweet, bare with me.

So, the song, "Autumnsong" by Tom Milsom (an extraordinary genius), I'm listening to it right now. There isn't really a way I can describe what it does to my brain when I hear it, but I'm going to try. Its like, my a wad of horrid-negativeness is being filtered and the only things let through are thoughts of total calmness. I can see trees swaying and leaves falling, and pretend I can smell the crisp autumn air. Its dark and sad, but makes me feel totally content.

I love autumn though, so that might be part of why I love that song so much.

And I love piano music.

I swear, that song should be in a movie.

Tom should compose music for movies.

~grOOvybAndgEEk

Travelers BEWARE

Here's a few things you U.S. travelers might want to know:

In Macomb, Illinois, it's illegal for a car to impersonate a wolf.

In Rumford, Maine, it's against the law to bite your landlord.

An ordinance in San Francisco bans picking up used confetti to throw again.

It's against the law in Atlanta, Georgia, to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or street lamp.

It's against to law in Chicago to eat in a place that is on fire.

In International Falls, Minnesota, it's against the law for a cat to chase a dog up a telephone pole.

It's illegal to catch fish while on horseback in Washington, D.C.

It's illegal to take a lion to the theater in Maryland.

It's against the law to drive more than 2,000 sheep down Hollywood Boulevard.

Brawley, California, passed a resolution banning snow within the city limits.

in Tennessee, it's illegal to drive a car while you're asleep.

Anyone found underneath a sidewalk in Florida is guilty of disorderly conduct.

It's illegal in New Jersey to slurp your soup.

A Texas law states that when two trains meet at a railroad crossing, each must come to a full stop, and nether shall proceed until the other has gone.

It's illegal in Hartford, Connecticut, to kiss your wide on a Sunday.

It's against the law in Kentucky to remarry the same man four times.

In Marshalltown, Iowa, it's illegal for a horse to eat a fire hydrant.

In Tennessee, it's against the law to shoot game other than whales from a moving car.

It's illegal in Fairbanks, Alaska, for two moose to have sex on city sidewalks.

I was skimming through the book, "Uncle John's Absolutely Absorbing Bathroom Reader" by the Bathroom Readers' Institute. And stumbled across a section called "Looney Laws." I thought they were pretty funny, I don't know if they're still in effect today, but, I suggest you follow them.

~GroovyBandGeek

Being Sick is, Well, Sorta Sick

I'm just going to mostly use this bit of time we have together to complain about my weekend.

I puked yesterday, about 4-5 times. Puking is really not my thing, actually being sick in general is just not my thing. It didn't start officially until like 9 'o clock, right after I jokingly said, "Sorry, if I throw up all over my bedroom floor." To my mom. Seconds, on my way to my room, I took a sharp left and headed to the toilet and hurled. I was all, "Ew," and my ma was all like, "Have a fun, make sure you grab a bucket."

Unfortunately, my bed is really high up, and its sorta hard to aim into a bucket when you're half asleep. I only got a little on the floor...and on my pillowcases... and all over my arm. --If you're wondering how I managed that, I was totally on the edge of unconscious and facing the wall and then BAM! Okay, so that was gross. I couldn't get myself to sleep in my bedroom after that. I felt too contained----- You know what? I think you people don't really wanna know about my puking expedition.

Anyways, I guess, what I really meant to type was... This weekend was a waste of my time.

Well, It Isn't 2010 Anymore

Usually I'm really crazy when it comes to years changing and stuff, but I think I've realized that nothing really changes when its a new year. Only a number. Besides, I thought it was 2011 last year, so I have like, a whole another year of life ahead of me that I didn't even know about.

Audience: What's your New Years resolutions?

Me: Be better.

Audience: At what?

Me: At being me.

Audience: ...

I know, that's lame, but its easy to remember and not very hard to do. Actually I haven't put any effort into it at all. I'm pretty good at being a socially awkward, teenage, crazy, artistic, ditzy, girl. (More adjectives are welcomed.)

I've been thinking lately. Like, a lot, and I don't even remember what I've been thinking about. Its like some gears in my brain have unclogged and I realize how pointless everything is. And by everything, I mean nothing. I hoped that confused you as much as it did me.

Dec. 7th, 2010, Tuesday:

"Ummm... There's a weird squeaky noise thingy happening somewhere in my house. (Pause) I just investigated, turned out to be my light bulb. Probably because its an energy saver, or maybe its a fly shrieking away because its slowly being cooked to death."

That's just a look into the stuff I write in my journal every night before I go to bed. I probably could've found a better excerpt, but I just opened to Dec. 7th. So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed my inner most thoughts.

~GroovyBandGeek