Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Allegory of My High School Experience.

Interpret that however you want.


P.S. Now that I've learned how to scan in the oddball pictures that I draw, I feel like my blogs might get a little more exciting and/or colorful.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


So, today I got home and I was all "Yeeah man! I've got time to do my homework!" because I don't have work today. And then the little procrastinator devil inside of me was like, "but Kaela...when was the last time you watched X-Files??" and I was all, "okay, so I'll watch X-Files while I eat my beef Top Ramen that I was craving the entire drive home, and I'll sit in front of the TV and eat it like the lazy slob I am." for the record, I also ate an apple, so I wasn't being too unhealthy.

So I watched X-Files. And then my dad got on the computer, so I was all, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch one more..." so I got started, and then like ten minutes later my dad got off and I was all, "I can't just stop watching right now. Mulder is wearing a skank tank AND he's totally doped up on LSD." Which I am not, by the way. Wearing a skank tank. In fact I'm wearing a sweater. Nor am I doped up on LSD. I would attribute this...whatever this complete and utter sleep deprivation. Because last night I was all, "10:00!! Yeeah man, let's take ten pages of Psych notes!" Anyways, I finished my episode, and it was a cliff hanger. At the end, it said, "to be continued" And Mulder was M.I.A. And I was all, "I could probably watch one more episode." but I didn't! That's right, I exercised control.

But then I got on the computer and I was all...Pottermore!! So I logged in and my dumb internet blocker still won't let me do potions. Which is about the only thing I can do right now anyways. So checked my email, and got on EHS, but didn't actually do any work. I also got on SparkNotes, because I was/still am, slowly working my way towards writing this 3 to 5 page essay that is due tomorrow. I honestly forsee myself writing my article...tomorrow morning. Just kidding! I'll do it today.

Anyways, then I was all, I want to buy some Toms. So I got onto and drooled over all the shoes that I want to buy. And then I was all, "as long as I'm wasting my time, I might as well blog about all the random crap going on in my mind. And then wondered what will happen once I'm pregnant, as far as my arms go. I'm short, so I'm pretty sure my belly is going to stick out about a mile, and I'll be like a T-Rex. So my arms will be too short for my body. It'll look something like this.
That's a picture of me, trying to do laundry. Yep. And for the record, that's what my hair looks like. Not necessarily that messy, and not necessarily that color. It actually doesn't look much different from my natural color. Whatever. Maybe...the sinking into my brain.

So when I was uploading this picture I caught a glimpse of one of my prom pictures. And I was all, look at this gross pregnant picture of me with unidentifiable hair and a dice laundry basket. Go away, prom picture that is all makeup-y and dress-y and not pregnant and gross.

I'm not saying I'm pregnant, but my efforts to get ready today amounted to I rolled out of bed and stared at a wall for at least half an hour, and then drove to school. I was literally out of clothes, too. I had worn everything I owned, so that's why laundry is on my mind. Because that is one thing that got done today. Observe. half my clothes are on my floor, and half are in the washing machine. And some are on my bed, but I don't know if those are clean or not. Oh nells, college is going to be great. But the point is, I accomplished something today. And there is a picture of my room. In case any of you wondered what it looked like.

And now it's 3:45, and I have to leave in 2 hours, and all I've written is one paragraph of my essay. It's not even part of my essay. It's one paragraph of my ideas of what I'm going to write for my essay. Oh, world.

And for the record, you can do anything with paint. No longer do I have to explain my motives. I can just draw a picture.

So...I'm done with real paragraph of my essay, and halfway through my article. Woof. And...I just realized I have internship homework due tomorrow too! So I'm done procrastinating and feeling a little more sane. So, I'm peacing out.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


The title of this post may suggest that I am about to write an emotional, depressing poem about my feelings.

Well I'm not. This post is about bugs.

I was driving up to Manti with my mom, dad, aunt and uncle today. For the entire 2 hour car ride, we talked about 2 things. Food, and tarantula hawks.

You may be wondering, what is a Tarantula Hawk? The first time I heard that name I was all, huh?
A flying bird spider would be pretty creepy. But the Tarantula Hawk is actually a wasp, and it looks something like this.
And now you're probably thinking, "Wow, really Kaela? That's just a little wasp. Stop being such a baby." Well guess what? There is nothing "little" about this disgusting creature. Take a look at this!

Yeah! That's pretty freaking gross! As if that isn't enough, here is a little background on our friend, there Tarantula Hawk.

The reason they are called Tarantula Hawks is: Tarantula, because they eat tarantulas, and hawk, I assume has something to do with their size, or maybe somebody decided that they are more gross than a spider bird. Because here is the life of a Tarantula Hawk:

First, the female tarantula hawk will find a tarantula, or other large spider, and then fight it, sting the crap out of it, leaving it paralyzed, and then drag it back to her cave of death. After that, she will lay an egg on it. The egg hatches, and then burrows inside the paralyzed tarantula eating everything except for the spider's major organs. That way the spider will stay fresh for the baby wasp for as long as possible. Once the wasp becomes an adult, it tears it's way out of the tarantula and continues this grotesque circle of life.

Why am I blogging about this?? Because it is completely grotesque and alien and unreal! I've just gotta say that evolution is totally messed up. But there is a reason this post is called "Pain"

According to some guy named Justin Schmit, there is only one sting that is more painful than a Tarantula Hawk, and that is the sting of a bullet ant. The sting of a Tarantula Hawk is about as painful, he says, as a toaster bath. And I'm not just saying that because of my weird obsession with toaster baths...I'm saying it as a fact. He also said that even if you are really pain tolerant, you'd still scream your head off for 3 minutes.

So pretty's like the cruciatus curse.


One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.

I feel like I haven't written in a while. Maybe I have. I don't know.'s what's on my mind:

Recently, I've become sort of obsessed with coloring my hair. I'm going in again on Wednesday to get more highlights. I'm only in the beginning stages of the hair coloring addiction, but bottom line...I love it. I can't wait for my hair to actually look different.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's 9 months away...maybe. The other day I realized that if I pass all of my classes this semester, then I'll have completed all my graduation requirements. food for thought.

The day has finally come where I got that long awaited raise. Working the office during the off season at 7 Peaks is so chill, and way better than everything else I was doing before. Only downfall are the nasty people that I sometimes encounter. For example, the nasty lady who called me a smart A yesterday. That was not fun.

School is on my mind simply because I can't decide if I want to be out of it or not. One thing is for sure, I am absolutely in love with my Psychology class. That's 1 of 2 things holding me back from graduating early right now. But yeah...way too much homework, that's for sure. BUT. I'm actually really enjoying Journalism this year. Like, it's going a lot better than it was last year or how I expected it to. Even though I had a dream last night that VanOrden tried to throw me off the top of Hogwarts. Which brings me to my final thought...

Slightly obsessed doesn't even begin to cover it. I am absolutely in love with Pottermore. I couldn't be happier with my wand (Ash, unicorn hair, 11 inches) and it took me 45 minutes to take a 7 question quiz, but I was eventually sorted into Gryffindor. Which I'm feeling is pretty crazy.

And I'll throw this in as an afterthought. But, my cousin got married this week, and pretty much all I've been able to think about is 

I'm kind of slightly obsessed with the idea of weddings. Pretty much all I could think about this weekend was weddings. I came to the conclusion that I don't want to get married, I just want a wedding. You can stone me for that statement, it's okay. I just a hundred million weddings. This is making less and less sense.

Kaela :)