react.

The other day I found a website that was solely devoted to hating another website and the person who writes it. At first I was appalled because I am rather fond of and may perhaps even love the aforementioned website, but then I got thinking...


Back in the day (because I'm so old to have a day in the back), I used to get mad over everything. Ok, honestly, I still can have steam come out my ears, but the people around me have learned to have an extra fire extinguisher near by for such occasions. But before all this, I was a reactor. Completely and totally at the mercy of any and every person around me. I couldn't control how I felt, what I said, or what I did. I feel like websites that are devoted to tearing apart someone else's ideas are exactly like that. I have started to ask, what's the point in getting so mad? In the big scheme of things, is it really worth it to get angry or worry over every situation? Granted, sometimes these emotions can motivate us to action, thereby coming up with a solution, but they're a means to an end, not the end itself. Case in point, Donald Trump "demanding" the President's birth certificate. Even IF it was fake, what would that have proven? The the American people really are as stupid as everyone thinks we are? That Trump was right? It wouldn't have taken back the years that Mr. Obama has been president. I honestly can't understand how Trump could have thought he did the country a favor by "forcing" the President to procure the certificate. Seriously. 


Ok. Enough high-horsing and soap boxing. 




Time for something fun and new? Well, one of the things that gets me excited nowadays, and every day for that matter, is this. Don't make fun. Just try to understand. Or at least smile and nod. 

first burn and good omens.

I have had the two most exciting Saturdays of the summer. Granted, I think there have only been two Saturdays, but we're going to roll with it....


Two Saturdays ago I went up to Lyman, Wyoming. Yeah, Lyman. It's a bustling metropolis that is soon to catch the eye of many roadtrippers with its one Maverick country store. That Maverick also happens to have cheaper gas than we do down here, so what are you saying now about Lyman, eh? Anyway, my parents own a house up there, and they're trying to sell it, so I went up with my dad to get the plod of dirt ready for grass seed. It took a long time. There were no clouds in the sky. And I forgot sunscreen. Cue first sunburn of the season! Oh yes, my friends. My face was redder than a tomato, and my arms sported eye-catching farmer's tan lines. I think that all the time I spent in the sun last summer altered my genes, because I'm not turning as white as fast as I used to. This is a huge milestone.


This past Saturday does not involve dirt. In fact, just the opposite. I went with my brother and dad to an ATV/dirt bike "park" where they have tracks for you to ride around on. I went on a track, by myself, and misfortune stepped in. I was riding along, NOT looking ahead, when I noticed that the strip of dry land I was riding on kept getting smaller and smaller while the mini-lakes on either side of me kept growing. I tried to keep my bike on the dry part, but fate stepped in, tipped my bike at a 45 degree angle, and sent me jumping into waist deep water. I'll pause for a moment while you create that image in your head.......


By now I have a crowd observing me. One guy comes over and proceeds to tell me what a mess I'm in. To say the least, buddy. My brother eventually finds his way over and manages to ride the bike to safety. Meanwhile, I'm stuck trying to get my legs out of the swamp mud which has now engulfed me up to my knees. One leg comes out fairly easy while the other is stuck good. I manage to get it out, but I leave my shoe behind. Don't worry, I got it out after a few minutes of digging. So for the rest of the day, I was wet and muddy. The worst part? I had just washed my socks that I was wearing that day. 






On a completely different and unrelated, but still extremely important, note: HP 7.2 comes out in less than 2 months. Get excited. 

tropical armpits.

Whew, boy, has it been a long time since I posted! Well, I am back with more stunningly hard-hitting and semi-almost-but-not-quite news worthy stories. 


First on the agenda is that the semester is finally over. I wrote my last paper and emailed it to my professor yesterday, not that I have any idea on how good it was seeing as it was my last paper...but the fact of the matter is that I am finished. And now fully able to devote my days to eating, sleeping, and hopelessly trying to find some good daytime television. And for when my dad reads this:


Dad, I devote every second of my waking day to finding a job. Enough said. 


But seriously, I have almost all of my previous three employers' phone numbers and addresses all memorized, just waiting for the opportunity to be put on an employee application. 


Second thing I want to let you guys in on is a show called The Voice. It's the singing show that American Idol wishes it could be. Plus it has my newfound musical obsession as one of its judges, Blake Shelton - please check him out because you will enjoy. The first two episodes were so fun to watch because the judges have their backs to the singers and if they want to see them and want them on their singing brigade, they have to push a button. Just promise me you'll check it out because as you can tell, I'm not always so eloquent in my descriptions. 


Last thought to leave you with, and yes I purposely put this one last. I bought some new deodorant the other day. It's called Tropical Blast or something like that. It smelled the best when compared to the other ones, plus it was pretty cheap. But now I can't get my armpits to stop smelling like a luau. The scent even overpowers any body spray or perfume I put on. It's like the pineapples and coconuts have formed a militia and not even the boundaries of my clothes will stop them from domination. So from the island paradise formerly known as Kylie's pits, aloha. 

whoa.

Uber sorry for the unrealistically long delay in posting. I've been working on my vocabulary since the last post, can you tell? In all actuality, I've been writing some papers, while simultaneously procrastinating writing some papers, performing, choreographing, not sleeping at night, sleeping when I should be doing other stuff, eating food, but not making guacamole and taking pictures of it to share with you guys like I said I would, and other stuff that I am so positive that you would love to hear me ramble on about for another paragraph or so. But I digress.....Or something. 


While I still do not have the fabulous guacamole recipe/picture album like I promised, I do have some other super exciting things I would like to give to you. They all come in the form of a website, so I hope this site isn't your last visit in Internetland before you wander off and do something more meaningful with your life because these websites are awesome and will require some remote region of your brain to be active. 


First, is Houzz. It's like the online equivalent of an architecture/interior design clippings collection. You can create your own "ideabook" and constantly be adding pictures to it, including little notes about what you like about the photo. They have many different categories that they post about every week, each about different elements and how people have incorporated them into their homes. Go to the website, check it out, you can look at my ideabook if you wish...My name is 801kchris and my album's name is Ky's Likes and Loves. 


Second runner up (and I'm honestly not rating these, I just wanted to say that) is the Harvard Sailing Team. This is a sketch comedy, or improv, group. They are in no way affiliated with Harvard University or its sailing team...But if it was, I kind of think that it would be that much more funny. Plus they look like they could be sailors if they wanted to. Anyway, the first video I recommend watching is Boys Will Be Girls. Hi-larious. Personally, I think the videos that have the boys being girls and vice versa are their funniest, but form your own opinion. 


Third, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that I changed the background. No, this is not entirely noteworthy news, but I thought I'd bring it up anyway. I love bright colors, especially green, and the background options for blogs that include awesome pictures are vast and so you might even be seeing more changes. Don't worry, I'm still the same dancing carrot, just with virtual wallpaper ADD. 

at room temperature.

Once upon a time, three years ago to be precise, I started taking my lunch to school (college) with me every day. This complicated things sometimes because trying to keep cold foods cold was a little difficult, even with the help of one of those frozen block things. Seriously, people, they don't really stay frozen for 6 hours. There was a fridge at school, but it was too stuffed and disgusting for me to want to store my delicious sustenance in there. So lately I've been packing yogurt into my lunchbox. And it drops to room temperature and consistency. And it is delicious. Call me crazy, or perhaps even unsanitary/unhealthy because who knows what those yogurt bacteria do at room temperature, but it is so delicious. 

And so we fast forward to today. I packed cookie dough. No, not cookies. Cookie dough. And I can't wait to start eating that goopy mess. 



P.S. Next time, I think I'm going to introduce you guys to a little thing I like to call Magic Bullet Guacamole. Stay tuned.......

zak and les.

There was this one time when I wrote about how I was scared because I watched the show Ghost Adventures. Well, I must admit that I've been watching it again. And again. I just can't help it. It's just so fun to get scared. Plus, there was this one episode this weekend. Zak took his shirt off. Yes, yes, of course it was for the sake of getting a response from the spirit of a nun, but it was also highly enjoyable to watch. In fact, that same episode is on again tonight. And no, I'm not watching and waiting for it to come on again. 


...


Anyway, during my Ghost Adventures marathon, I stumbled upon a showing of the 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables on PBS. I have never seen this show, but have heard many good things about it. This recording was absolutely phenomenal. The celebration took place in a gigantic arena in London (the O2) and was completely packed full of people. Since I loved what I saw on TV so much, I looked up individual videos on YouTube. One of the comments really piqued my interest. It said something about liking the comment if you were watching the video and not because Glee brought you there. Now I have been guilty of advertising the fact that I knew about a band or what have you before they ever became famous, I think this is going a tad bit far. I think it's just great that pop culture is able to lead someone, especially of the younger generation, to look up a video of Les Miserables. I say, the more exposure the better. So congrats to you if you were cultured before any of us brainwashed, normal simpletons, but please excuse us while we try to catch up to you. 


If you'd like to join me in listening and watching the spectacular 25th Anniversary, watch this video to get you started. 

sue me.

I realize that, once again, I have been MIA from my little blog. I do apologize, but at the same time say sue me. "You can't rush art." Spoken by the old toy repairman in Toy Story 2 (who also happens to be Jerry from the short film before A Bug's Life)...Not that I'm saying that what I'm writing is art. It's just another excuse. 


I really have been trying to think of something to write, but since the bosom-nestled chihuahua story, I haven't been able to find anything that could compare. So I'll just start over. 


Yesterday, I was riding the lightrail system in Salt Lake City, and we passed a St. Patrick's Day parade. Yeah, yeah. St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th (next Thursday), but it's not the ideal day of the week to hold a parade so they had it on Saturday. Well, two gentlemen, who didn't seem to know each other, commented on the parade. This is how their conversation went:


"Is it St. Patrick's Day today?"
"I don't know. When is it?"
"Today's the 12th. That sounds about right."
"Yeah, the 12th...St. Patrick's Day. Okay."
"Dang, I'm not wearing green. I'm going to get pinched."
"Yeah, neither am I. Yours could count for green."
"It'd be a stretch, but yeah."


The man was wearing orange. 


In honor of my Irish heritage, I would like to proclaim that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. It always is. It's not going to change. Because of these two men, I know feel it is my duty to educate every single one of you that read this that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. 


And please don't ever think that you can wear orange and try to get away with it being green.