Can’t think of a description… brain on vacation…
Well, here I am back again. I’m sooo tired it’s not even funny, but as I was sitting here editing a document, it occurred to me that I hadn’t done an entry in a while. And now that my NOTIFY LIST has more members, I can let you guys know when I update!!!! Won’t that be awesome??? OK, so I’m easily amused…
So today we went hiking and had a picnic, which wouldn’t have been too bad and all, but it was 100 degrees out there!!! Now I feel all icky and dizzy and stuff. I’m thinking about going to bed soon, even though it’s only 8:00.
My A.P. English test results should be coming soon in the mail. I wonder if G and Kaitlin got theirs yet…
Speaking of random stuff that relates to school, did I ever put the final grade for my research paper in here? I’m thinking not, so here goes: 100%!!! Seriously! Even though it was 4 pages too short, even though I finished it at 10:30 the day before it was due! I was very surprised.
Well, there’s not much more news to report. I just thought I’d check in with my dear readers. Post them comments, y’all! I reeeeeeaaaally like getting them; they make my day. And i’ll try to write soon with something more exciting, but I’m just so worn out right now. See ya later! Parting thought: NOTIFY LIST!!!!!
KD
A recipe and a dilemma
Hi! It’s been forever, huh? OK, not really, more like 3 days. But in that time, here is what I accomplished: I got sick, tried to provide moral support to my friends Jess and Karen, learned the rules of grade III Braille that I never thought I’d be able to master, visited 2 boring museums since it was raining and we couldn’t go to a water park as originally planned, and made 2 dozen cookies for a picnic tomorrow. They’re quite good, if I do say so myself. Want the recipe? Of course you do!
KD’s Cake Mix Cookies
(which I actually got from a cookbook, but oh well, they’re mine now!)
1 box cake mix of any kind
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 eggs
Preheat the oven to 350, mix all ingredients, add chocolate chips, sprinkles, or whatever, and mix again. (This recipe is so easy that I can say the bulk of it in 1 sentence.) Then put heaping tablespoons of dough on a cookie sheet. I usually grease mine with cooking spray. I also use my (clean) hand to kind of smash the dough into the scoop for a more brownie-like consistency. Then put the sheet in the oven and bake 8-10 minutes. And voila, you have cookies!
Some good combos of mixes and chips:
- If you’re a chocolate freak like me, try Devil’s Food cake mix and chocolate chips.
- Devil’s Food is also good with peanut butter and mint chips. I haven’t tried butterscotch, but I’m betting that’s pretty good too.
- With white cake mix I like chocolate chips, and G says spice cake mix is good with chocolate chips too.
- Lemon cake mix is good with candy sprinkles.
Anyway. KD would also like to discuss a dilemma with her dear readers. My comments page will expire in a few days, and I want to know if it’ll be worth it to renew it. I’ve noticed that my number of comments has declined recently, so tell me what you think!
Well, there’s nothing else to report at the moment, so I shall bid y’all adieu. (Something about Texan and French in the same sentence strikes me as odd…) Parting thought: NOTIFYYYYYYYYYY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!!!!!!!
KD
Beware! This entry is quite crazy.
Guess what, y’all? I used a saw today and not one of my fingers was chopped off! Proud of me? I also survived my second Drop in a row! I also made brownies and shared them with everyone! I also trudged through the inferno outside to the grocery store! And now i’m tired.
Seriously though, it. Is. Freaking. HOT. Goodness gracious, I felt like I was being baked alive!
Anyway, I just wanted to check in with y’all to broadcast news of the highly interesting and fabulous story of my life. I’m trying to think of any other things to report. Hmmm…
Becky, my next-door neighbor, got me hooked on the soundtrack to Wicked. The only bad thing about this is the songs get stuck in my head waaaay too easily. So as I was making dinner tonight, I found myself belting out: “NO GOOD DEEEEEED WILL I DOOOOOOOOOOOO… AGAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIINN!!!!!” Heehee.
Oh, and LeToya Luckett has a new reality show! I saw the trailer, and apparently she’s now in a “business relationship” with Beyoncé, selling stuff from her clothing line. Can you imagine how awkward that would be? Can you imagine what would be going on in their minds while talking to each other?!
You sued my daddy!
Yeah, well your daddy was a bad manager!
Not so! My dad was the best manager!
Whatever, you’re just as biased as he was about you! You and Kelly got all the money! Where’s mine? Huh?
Oh, boohoo, pity party for you! Hey… potential song lyric? Anyway, I’m not the one who freaked out about a song that merely implied me in its lyrics in a very very VERY subtle way and sued someone who was supposed to be my FRIEND!
Yeah, well… your mom!
Um… pleasure doing business with you…
Sorry. I’m really bored. And so tired I’m hyper. Do you ever get that way? I call it tiper. I’d better get my tiper self to bed before this entry becomes completely psychotic. Maybe it’s already too late… Parting thought: NOTIFY LIST NOTIFY LIST NOTIFY LIST! I NOW HAVE 3 MEMBERS!!!!
KD
More File!
This one’s a bit stranger than the last one. Can you handle it? Well ready or not, here it is!
THE WHATCHAMCCALLIT FILE–SPECIAL EDITION!
(Available only to select subscribers–in other words, all of you)
Hi! Guess what? I’m not at school. I’m not even in *****. [I ain't puttin' where I live on the web, sorry.] I’m in *****, for the WAGES program, and if anyone reading this does not know what that is, or where ***** is, you have wrongly accessed this special edition and should immediately dispose of it. [Obviously there's an exception here.]
Anyway, for you special people whose privilege it is to view this exclusive content, I’m in the middle of the first day of my second week at work. I’m so dern BORED, I decided to start a File to keep me halfway entertained. The volunteer chick next to me has a very bad-sounding cough. I hope she doesn’t give me anything*1…
I’m listening to a new Jessica Simpson song on my mom’s walkman while waiting for the next person to ask where to find a place marked by a huge, very obvious sign. This time, it was a chick and (presumably) her boyfriend or husband, wanting to know where they could do something that is in the building next door. Man, I could cry from boredom!
Uh oh–it’s Eminem! I can’t change the station because this is the only one that picks up well. Man, I wish I had something worthwhile to talk about.
GOODNESS!!! I’m very bored. I don’t even know who I am anymore; all I know is that I am someone inhabited by Boredom. OK, maybe I’m not that desperately bored, but I am quite close!!!
A little over an hour to sit here. And sit here. And sit some more. Did I mention that I do a lot of sitting? Oh! And then… there is the sitting part of this job! Did I say that? Sorry.
Wow. I’m stupid; I just choked on my spit. Eww*2!
Now Usher’s on the radio. He has a cool voice. It can go HIGH, and then, just as quickly, LOW, and then, before you know it, HIGH again, and then HIGH, and so on. It’s cool.
Forty-five minutes left. See how slowly I’m writing in this file? I’m just so BORED!!!!!!!! I can’t even write!!!
Now I have fifteen minutes to go. Quite a few peeps have stopped by. Now I’m sitting here alone though, so I have to handle all the hard questions. I’m a woman though; I can handle it. With a little help from my employer.
I wonder if these poor, simple people would survive without me if I went to the restroom? (That, in case you hadn’t noticed, was sarcasm.)
Now I have five minutes left, and home I shall trot! Or at least to the dorm room. Peeps are claiming it’s a beautiful day; I can’t wait to see! I shall write more tomorrow probably.
- *1: My first year at WAGES when this File was written, I worked as a receptionist. There was sometimes an elderly volunteer with me, especially during my first weeks so I could learn the ropes.
- *2: I was seriously considering editing this part out, but I kept it in for your entertainment. You can thank me later.
TO BE CONTINUED
Entry from the Mpower!
Hi! This is a short entry I’m typing on my new, beautiful BrailleNote Mpower. Right now I’m connected to the internet via my laptop, but soon I’ll get a wireless card. I’m so excited about this nifty new technology, y’all!! I mean, I can type very well on a computer, but I need to proofread less when I’m Brailling because I can examine what I’m doing rather than rely on a screen reader. Typing on a regular keyboard is kind of like my second language, and Braille is my native. Does that make sense?
Important Announcements in KD’s World
- Kelly Rowland’s CD, My Story, will be out in February of next year, the same month as the 8-year anniversary of DC’s debut album!! KD is totally buying it. (Kelly’s CD, that is, not the debut album. I don’t think I need to tell you that I bought that years ago.)
- Beyoncé’s second album, B’day, is coming out on September 5, a day after her actual twenty-fifth birthday! Of course, everyone BUT the US get to buy her CD on the 4th, but I guess we Americans aren’t special enough. Hmph.
- KD has spent nearly all day trying to get her BrailleNote and computer to communicate, and she has finally managed it!!! And since that announcement was right up there with Kelly and Beyoncé’s upcoming albums, you might be able to tell that I’m quite pleased about this development.
So yeah. My short entry actually turned out quite long. My bad. I’ll give you some File to make up for it, which will be easier now that my Mpower and computer are in direct communication via USB cable. Stand by! Parting thought: ABOUT THAT NOTIFY LIST… AHEM!!!!
KD
I love Saturdays
Well hi, everyone! Long time, no update, eh? Sorry, I’ve just been trying to figure out my life. I feel much better now that I’ve done it, too.
See, I didn’t think I’d be able to learn everything I needed to know with just 3 months here at SISTA, so I called my college and they’re letting me defer a semester. Contrary to my previous beliefs, my parents were fine with it, even though I kind of did it behind their backs. Well, I am 18 now, I guess…
Anyway, it’s finally Saturday and I’m allowed to be lazy, sleep in, and do whatever I want. Right now I’m listening to the Weekly Top 40 on my computer. The song that’s playing is “The Real Thing” by Bo Bice. It’s pretty cool; I downloaded it.
Oh, now it’s a movie trailer. They use them as commercials when you listen online. It’s Ice Age 2! Heehee, it makes me giggle.
Well, nothing really out of the ordinary has happened besides the big news I just announced. I’ve been working and stuff, which is why I haven’t written in a while. I may put more File on today, I dunno yet. By the way, if you haven’t done so yet, JOIN MY NOTIFY LIST!!! Let’s have that be my parting thought.
KD
The File!
Here is a little taste. I don’t think anyone’s seen this part yet. Enjoy!
THE WHATCHAMCCCALLIT FILE, VOLUME V
Wow. Am I seriously up to 5 volumes? FIVE? No!! Five and a half, if you count the edition I made in WAGES 2004 *1. I have wasted literally hundreds of pages on this pure nonsense so far. Is that the same as killing an entire forest? I read on amazon.com yesterday that E-books are good because they don’t kill a single tree. I should make a File E-book!!! Then all the environmentalists won’t be at my throat all the time *2. I almost put “throats.” Having more than one throat would be freaky. You could have one in front and one in back, I guess. Then would it be harder to strangle you? And if you got strep in one of your throats, maybe the other one would be OK and you could still breathe. But it would totally suck if both throats had strep at the same time…
OK, in one paragraph, the first paragraph of this File, I went from exclaiming over what volume I was on to discussing strep throat. Wow. What can I say? I’m bored. I’m in French. It’s a fun class, but I guess I catch on to things before most of the rest of the class. I’m seriously not trying to brag here, but that’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.
Someone just dropped a blackboard, and his friend called him a pigeon. Freshmen.
You’re not listening to meeeeeeeee. Song lyrics *3. It’s in my head and ain’t comin’ out anytime soon.
Well! I say, good morning, all! It is a fine day here in Kdland. We are looking at cloudless skies, with just a chance of excessive heat. Not really. It’s actually cold out there. I don’t know what I’m talking about. Can you tell I’m bored? I’m in English, but class hasn’t started yet. So I’m sitting amidst my chattering classmates, contemplating the meaning of life. Actually, I’m not. That’s such a stupid thing to contemplate in the morning.
- *1: WAGES: A camp that blind teenagers go to in the summer. It’s really fun if you stay out of the drama between guys and girls breaking up, making up, making out, etc. I stayed out of this, therefore it was fun.
- *2: This is a lie; no environmentalists have ever been at my throat. Or throats. Whatever.
- *3: Lyrics to “Na Na” by Superchick, to be exact.
After years of silence…
Oh my gosh! An entry!!! Seriously, I’m getting as bad as G! Sorry, Kaitlin, for making you cry.
Anyway, I’m home for the whole week of the 4th of July, which is quite nice. Yesterday my mom totally played a trick on my uncle. She made a whole enormous float in the 4th of July parade with big signs that said GUESS WHO’S TURNING FORTY? He couldn’t complain too much, though, since Mom and my aunt (not his wife but another aunt) passed out pamphlets advertising the book he wrote. By the way, his website is here if you wanna check it out.
On Tuesday our whole family went out to the lake. I went tubing behind my uncle’s jetski (not the uncle that wrote the book, but another one). We play this game every year: He tries to knock me off the tube, and I try with all my might to stay on. He always wins, but I put up a valiant fight. This time he actually yelled back at me, “YOU WON’T FALL OFF!” Then the tube flipped over and I surrendered. I’m still really sore.
Anyway, I suppose I could post some of the File now, since I promised to aaaages ago. Stand by! Parting thought: WHAT ARE WE PROTECTING YOU FROM? IS THIS A HARMFUL CHEESEBURGER OR SOMETHING? (Quote from an actual 911 call)
KD
