I have crushes on everyone and it's getting out of control.

So, if you have ever met me online any other place, (especially Tumblr), you will know how much of a fangirl I am. And don't be deceived by my overall calm-composure here, because it's fake. I'm actually insane. 

All joking aside, I actually do question my own mental health sometimes. I am quite excitable, I worry easily, I can be known to have a one track mind and I am over emotional. So, this collectively, makes me a little, unbalanced, I guess you could say.  But I think I do a decent job of hiding it in public (at least  hope so). 

Anyway, getting back to the original point of this post. I sort of fancy every attractive person that I see. I don't think I am obsessed with celebrity culture, but then again, yes. I like the celebrities, but then I am not so concerned about who they are married to, or how many times they have been to rehab, you know?

Well, if you were wondering, some of these 'crushes'- sexuality and gender aside, include the likes of Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Harry Styles (and the entirety of One Direction, to be honest), Ed Sheeran, Naya Rivera, Nick Jonas, Mathew Gray Gubler, and the list just goes on and on. 

I suppose I just really appreciate these people and the work they have done, and admire their talents. I think that's why I like them. Why this occurs for so many people, I will never know. I guess you could say I am a go big or go home kinda person.

-Katie x

Because signing off with an 'x' makes you 10x classier.

 

Why do I even write things?

So I haven't written a blog post in ages, which I feel bad about but not really because who even read this I don't even know.
I realized that my first and only post here kind of paints of picture of me that isn't necessarily accurate. I don't think I am quite that angsty. I mean, I am usually quite optimistic. Ex, my #InThisGeneration video. I guess that is sort of a logical, let's-not-fret sort of optimism, but non-the-less, it's optimism.
Anyway, it's currently March break for me, and it's midnight on a Thursday. I think I do my best (well, maybe not my best, but a lot of it) at night. Maybe that's just when inspiration strikes me. Lately I've really been feeling like writing, like, I just want to write an epic tale of adventure and romance. Or maybe just a story about a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world , who does something cool, or goes someplace interesting or meets someone fascinating. One thing, though, that I've sworn to myself, is that I will never write a story with a friggen love triangle. I hate those relentless beasts of unreality. They never happen in real life, at least to girls like me, that is. And the story I would write would be about a girl like me. Not like me, as in Mary Sue like me, but like me as in real and not perfect and at least semi-likable like me.
But I guess maybe people write about love stories like that because they don't happen. I mean, sometimes they are frustrating to read, because you can't help but dwell on your non-existent love life and how pathetic you are, but sometimes they are fun to read, because you are escaping all of that. I guess it varies on how well written it is.
Sorry, this is really dis-jointed and random. I don't know what I am saying, but oh well. Maybe I'll do BEDA, instead of VEDA because that never works, and at least I would have written something. We'll see.
Okay, well, DFTBA and best wishes and all, non-existent readers. I bid thee farewell.

On Teenage-hood & Disappointments.

So, I've been thinking latley, your teen years are supposed to be the time of your life. Those years that you'll look back on and think, wow, those were the times. The events that you'll tell your kids about when they ask what it was like when you were younger.

But of course that's all bullshit.

Now I don't want to be one of those tacky, cliche kids that say "High school freakin sucks it's the worst thing merrr" because I don't think that. I actually love it. Of course, homework is terrible and everything, but my friends are great, and I enjoy being at school. But still, being a teenager isn't all it's cracked up to be.

When you're younger, you read Seventeen, and see those older girls prancing around with their cell phones and their purses, and debit cards and everything else that is teen-chic and  you think, wow that will be great, I can't wait to be a teen. And then when you're thirteen and actually a teenager, you're like, wow, not much was changed. And then, you get to be sixteen, and finally, yes, this is it, I can drive, I can do whatever this is great. And it is awesome, right? You can hang out at the mall with your BFFs and you can go on roadtrips in the summer and impromptu Don's runs just for fun, and -wait. What's this? You're parents don't trust you to take the car? And what? You can't afford gas because you don't have a job? Okay, then fine, you get a job, but then wait, what? You can't go on roadtrips because you are stuck working eight hours shifts every day in the summer just to be able to make a dent in the University payments that you will soon have to start making. Teenship doesn't seem quite as fun as it once did.

The way I see it, being a teenager (that doesn't get a free ride from their richy-ass parents) has to work the equivalent of three part times jobs.

1. School (six hours every weekday plus a possible 3 hours homework- no this is not a exaggeration, this is what I have been doing all term) 
2. Part time job, to be able to pay for freakin post secondary education (10-20 hours a week) 
3. Any social life (or Tumblr) the rest of that time
4. and of course, there is volunteer hours, family commitments, and that doesn't even include extra curriculars like sports and clubs. 

And what do adults do?

1. Work
2. Keep a house
3. raise kids. 

Ppphhtt. It's gonna be a break. 

I guess this is a whiny rant. But, I think it's accurate. I guess all I can say is, it get's better, right?

Well I don't think it actually does. Despite how easy adult life might seem to be, I think that it's actually a lot more stressful than that. But we can hope, right? 

Oh well, in the words of my ever optimistic mother, "Life is work, Katie, get over it," 

So we might as well buckle down now, pick up the apron and start waitressing for tips that will pay for college text books one day and get over it. 

Goodbye roadtrip from the dreams of our childhoods, hello Student loans. This is was teenage-hood is. Disappointments.