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The time I straightened my hair in my room and totally melted my piano. Also if you’re my mom, you probably shouldn’t read this.

Kait — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 02:49:36 +0000

Hello my lovely quidnuncs. So nobody knows this story. Its about a week old now but I’ve kept it inside. Mostly because its completely ridiculous. Also I like avoiding being hit over the head with a hairbrush. I am successful at that when mummy doesn’t hear the story.
We’ll just hope mom never reads this blog.
Anyway.
So doing my hair in the bathroom is such a bore because there’s really nothing to do in there except stare at yourself in the mirror while you drag the hot iron down your head. So I decided to take my 8×10 mirror and head into my room, where my radio was located and straighten my golden locks in there.
Being that my 10+ year old Korg Electric Piano is the closest thing I have to a desk, I decided to set up my station there, setting the mirror on the back and the hot iron on the keys.
Yeah you’re probably thinking “Man Kait, could you get anymore stupid?”. Heck yes I can. But this is my life and I can do what I want and that includes placing my hot iron on plastic piano keys. Even though that’s, like, seriously a really stupid thing to do.
But I wasn’t thinking this at the time. Obviously.
So anyway. Mistake number one has happened.
Mistake number two — turning the iron on. Crucial for straightened hair. And melted piano.
Mistake number three? Not noticing my little ole straightener was leaving its own little mark on the world and my piano repeatedly until it looked like this.

And then when I noticed I was all like “Oh crap.”
Yeah so there are like eleven keys that look like this now.

It doesn’t hinder my piano playing. And you can’t even tell if you don’t look at it.

And so ends the tale of the thoughtless girl and her straightener.
What have I learned from all this?
That my conspiracy is true: all hot things are out to prove me blonde and make my life miserable.
Wait till I tell you the popcorn maker story…

Fairwell Wally

Kait — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 01:27:56 +0000

Today Wally passed away when I accidently left my Jack Russell in the same room with him. I feel terrible and miss feeling the little furball scamper up and down my arms, nibble on my fingers, and cuddling in the palm of my hand. What saddens me even more is that I can’t get another pet like him – my dog can’t jive with rodents.
It was something I never could imagine happening to me. I mean, I rescued a baby squirrel. It livead in my room. It climber on my shoulder. It ate from my hand. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on — and it was a once in a lifetime happening.
And I ruined it by not paying attention to where my dog was.

*sigh*

Life is hard sometimes.

I’m sorry Wally. Fairwell. You’ve no idea how much I miss you.

I Am

Kait — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 00:15:00 +0000

I was chatting with a friend the other day when it was mentioned that I was sensitive.(It wasn’t a offense, I brought it up)
“I’m not really that sensitive, ok I guess I am. I’m working on it though, and I’m working on befriending those I’m annoyed(put annoyed, meant peeps that make me feel upset) by. It’s on my list. I always have somthing to work on.”, I replyed.
“wow…your really open, especcially on your blog” Was the persons reply.
I’m open, too.
“I believe in making it clear that I am not any better than you or anybodys else. Why should I hide(as in to pretend to be something I’m not)?
Besides, the Bible says to admit your imperfections and try to fix them.” I returned.
“that’s not exactly what I’m talking about, but yeah…”

So I learned at that time that I’m sensitive and open. And a lot older than I look. I’ve also learned that I’m crazy, and goofy.

Yeah, my sensitiveness is a fault…one that I am working very hard on. In fact, I’ve now befriended a couple people I used to be too sensitive towards. I’m near reaching my goal. Usually it’s in volleyball or some other sport when I remind someone of a rule or something that might help them hit it better or something and I get the “whatever, I’ll do what I want” look or I get ignored. It drives me mad. But, I recognized how I was reacting recently and realized that getting upset about it wasn’t the right course of action. After a couple good readings in Proverbs and a good deal of prayer for patience and wisdom, I started giving out instructions less, for who am I to correct?, and started trying to encourage more. And when I do correct, I try not to get frustrated when I don’t get the reaction I want. Ok, they do what they want. Their consequences are their own. I’ve automatically got the bossy gene since I have 6 brothers, and I have the tendance to be too bossy. So, still a lesson in progress; critisize less, encourage more.

Then there’s the whole “open” thing. Yeah, I think writing out my thoughts and faults helps me realize what I need to work on. It comes to me pretty easy, and I find that a blessing.

I’m goofy? I object most strongly.

I’m crazy? Now that is a well known fact.