K.T. Rants

Well, it has been an interesting week. Meg’s talking about possibly getting married to her boyfriend (which I’m super excited about!) and I’m still the same as ever. I went to the movies to see W with that guy I was talking about last blog, and it was an ok movie but nothing fantastic. I don’t know why, but I expected it to be funnier. Not that it didn’t have its moments. The guy who played W did well and was hilarious, but he didn’t really remind me all that much of Bush. In fact, the actor that really impressed me was the one who played Cheney. He was completely spot on in his impression. He managed to resist turning Cheney into the caricature that the media commonly portrays, but managed to keep him a real person. Not that the character wasn’t frightening. In his longest monologue, Cheney explains to the cabinet how, in effect, if we own all the oil in the Middle East “no one will ever fuck with us again.” It was so effective I got chills down my spine. It wasn’t caricature scary, it was real-life scary.
Anyway, you probably don’t want to read a movie review, you could go almost anywhere else on the net to see a movie review. Sadly I have nothing to report happening when we went to see W. We showed up, chatted, watched the movie, chatted, and went home. That’s it. Not that I was really expecting anything to happen, it’s just not a particularly interesting read.
Out of the blue on Tuesday I was invited by a high school friend to go to her 22^nd birthday party tonight, which is weird because although we’re “friends” on Facebook, we haven’t really talked since we graduated. It’s nice that she invited me, it was just unexpected. I may have pulled a bit of a party faux pas, though. Considering I don’t know many friends of hers, I asked her if I could bring a couple of my own with me. From what I can tell it’s going to be one of those huge parties where a few more or less won’t really matter, but I suppose it might be rude of me to invite other people to come when it’s not my party.
Once again I have class coming up, sorry this entry wasn’t very entertaining, I’ll try to get something better going next time I have the chance.

    I’d like to take a break in my description of the subtleties of my improv class to express my now rock-solid belief that there is something seriously mentally wrong with me. Let me tell you why I believe this. I spent a good hour of my life last night on Facebook chat talking to a guy I have a crush on (who’s not gay!) and trying to convince him to ask out another woman. Tell me. Does this sound like the actions of a sane woman? I think not.
    I suppose part of the motivation behind these actions is the fact that all my childhood in church, at my grandparents’ house, and at school, the idea of self-sacrifice for love has been romanticized (pun unavoidable). I remember my favorite fairy tale being ‘The Little Mermaid’, and not the happy Disney version. The version I liked so much was where the mermaid was told by the witch that she’d make her human, but if the prince didn’t fall in love with her in three days she would be turned into ’sea foam’ (which is a more poetic way of saying she’d be dead). Turns out the prince fell in love with someone else, so the witch makes a deal with the mermaid that if she kills the woman the prince loves, the mermaid can have her own life back just like if none of it had ever happened. So the mermaid sneaks into the woman’s room and is just about to kill her when she realizes she loves the prince so much that she’d rather the prince be happy and have the woman he loves. So, the witch turns her into sea foam, but it was all very noble and romantic. The end.
    Now I’m not saying I love this guy (who I’m not going to give a fake name to, and if you who he is you’ll realize why I’m not bothering), far from it. I freely admit most of my attraction to him is physical. But the point is I was taught that it was noble to put the happiness of other people before my own to the point where it’s bad for my own well-being, and last night’s idiocy was just one more example of the behavior this creates. I honestly want him to be happy, and if being with this other chick he likes makes him happy, then I want him to be with her. And that, deep down, is bullshit. I know it’s bullshit, and I keep this kind of thing up. No wonder I haven’t had a boyfriend in five years. 

    Alright, I’m done with Microbiology for the day - always good news. Actually, that’s one of the motivating factors as to why I’m back writing in my blog again so soon - we’re required to log in ten hours in the computer lab - but there’s no way they can force me to do any more Microbiology crap today! *laughs evilly* Actually, I’d probably behave myself and study now, but I just had a lab midterm at ten this morning so I’m really very much over the whole being a good student thing for the day. Besides, I’ve got five months of talking to make up for - and if you know me, you know that’s a lot of talking.
    Basically, considering my life consists solely of work, school, and improv, and two out of three of those categories tend to be boring, I’ll be talking mostly about improv and the friends I have there. Honestly, my improv friends are the only thing that’s kept me from turning into a complete hermit since Meg left. As usual I’ll use made-up names to replace the real ones for identity protection - although if you’re included anywhere in my real life you’ll probably automatically know, or at least suspect, who everyone is, so I won’t bother to be too clever with the renaming.
    Now … where to start?
    I’m kinda surprised at all the different kinds of people that show up at improv. We have a couple physics genius types that come, and our (for lack of a better word) instructor works with computers. Physics, computers, and improv have never really gone together in my head before. It’s like that game on ‘Sesame Street’ that goes ‘One of these things is not like the other …’ So it’s kinda cool that they come - break the stereotypes and such.
    Then there’s this really gorgeous model type (who of course if I’m going to be honest I’m insanely jealous of) and her brunette friend that come (Barbie and Skipper, I tend to think of them as) and occasionally Barbie’s friend comes that wears insanely short miniskirts and looks uncannily like Paris Hilton (so guess what I refer to her in my head as?) and Barbie’s boyfriend, who’s a nice, okay-looking guy, but perhaps a little slow on the uptake (but then who am I to talk - I’m way worse than he is) and wears a nose ring. Or nose stud, I should say. Am I the only one who has only ever connected nose rings with chicks? He’s the first white guy I’ve ever seen that goes around wearing a nose ring.
    Well. once again I’m out of time because I need to go to class. Hopefully I’ve clocked in a bit more time towards my ten hours, though, they’re taking forever to do.

    Well … she’s baaack. I finally got the motivation to write in my blog again. When I came back to the site I was surprised to find that people were actually still reading my blog occaisionally, despite the fact that it hasn’t been updated for months. Where were they when I actually cared if someone read my blog?
    Anyway, sorry to disappoint any of you that might care, but I’m not going to finish my last post because, quite honestly, I’ve forgotten all about what happened at the Pants Day Party - it was months ago now, and I don’t really give it much thought except when I’m joking around with the people who were there about them barfing all over the place. Plus, it’s hard to explain, but I don’t really feel like the same Kate that wrote that entry. I’ve changed in a way I can’t quite put my finger on, so I’m not going to try to pick up exactly as I was then.
    Today I have more important things I need to write about, things I need to get off my chest. In layman’s terms - probably boring to everyone who doesn’t know me. So if you casual readers out there skip this one, I won’t be hurt. Still, who knows, maybe I’m more interesting than I think I am.
    First and foremost, Meg has moved away! Not out of the state, but far enough that it’ll be a real effort to visit her when I finally get the time. You have no idea how sad that makes me. Or maybe you have, I suppose I shouldn’t presume. Ever since she moved I’ve been trying to find someone else to hang out with, but I’ve been spoiled by Meg. I have other friends, of course, but it’s not really the same. Meg and I still chat over Facebook sometimes thankfully, but Facebook chat sucks and keeps signing one or the other of us off halfway through a conversation, and it’s hard to pick up a really good conversation once it’s been dropped.
    One thing I’m super grateful for, though, is that maybe a month and a half before Meg left, she got me to go to this improv workshop with her on Wednesday nights, which is right up my alley. I already take an acting class, but this is way more fun, because it’s not a class where you get lectured on every little thing you do wrong. You just get up, do your scene, maybe take a few small notes from Allan (the guy who runs it), and sit back down to watch someone else go. I have never laughed so much in my life as I do Wednesday nights, and laughing is my favorite thing to do.
    I get the feeling the group was at least passably normal before Meg and I showed up, and then leave it to Meg to get the dirty jokes going, and leave it to me to jump on the bandwagon. Nowadays, even with Meg gone, improv mostly consists of thinly disguised innuendoes, one memorable example having something to do with a snail (don’t ask, I don’t remember it properly and it would just sound stupid if I tried to explain it). But you get the idea.
    Well, it’s time for me to attend my Microbiology lecture, but maybe if you’re lucky and I feel like it I’ll come back afterward and get to the interesting stuff.