New Domain.

[EDIT] So that took all of 5 seconds to transfer everything over.  Update your nonexistent bookmarks! [/EDIT]

designkatie.com!

Once the host has the name registered & set up I should be able to transfer this site over fairly quickly. Super excited!

Hi, I’m sober.

Rarely do I wake up and wish that I had a hangover. I feel that a hangover is just one of those things in life you have to deal with every so often (or every other day), you bitch about it, and you get over it only to punish your body more hours after it leaves.  However…there are some good things that come from these mini bed-ridden adventures. I, for example, think that if my hangover is still in the “fade” stage, as I like to call it, I am a fabulous blogger and an absolute pleasure to talk to.  When I say “fade” stage, I am referring to still being 50% wasted from the night before.  Many times I have woken up after a night of drinking, jumped out of bed and said “WOW, I am not hungover at all. I feel AWESOME.”  Clearly this stage isn’t permanent, thus calling it the “fade” stage, because the alcohol is slowly fading from your body.  BUT, for those few hours it’s still trying to cling on, the hangover is pretty awesome.  Last semester I had to give a presentation while I was in the fade stage, and the crowd freakin’ dug me.

Sadly, today I am not hungover.  I just finished the first week of my last semester of college, and I am planning out my weeks praying that I am more efficient than previous semester and that I can tackle this last leap head-first without ending up on my ass.  I seem to always start my semesters like this, but a few weeks in and I am burnt out and running on 50% power.  Somehow I need to get my head in the game this time, because I have no room for errors in any of my classes.  Pray for me.

Move-In Day #3

Yesterday, I jokingly told my boss that I wasn’t coming into work today unless I got a golf cart to drive around like the full time employees.  Little did I know I only had to ask for my wish to be granted. So, all I have been doing today is delivering signs to various buildings to direct freshmen to a bunch of on-campus activities that are going on tonight.  On our way back to the office, Ariel, Gabby & myself found an RSO handing out free snow cones on campus…and those nice boys even let us make our own drive thru!  The snow cones were terrible, but I like to think they were more of an awesome accessory to go with the golf cart.  Todays only downfall? No free lunches in the dining halls.  Might have to write a letter of complaint about that.

I used far too many computer references in this post.

Many of my friends can vouch for me when I say that sometimes, I let my thoughts get the best of me.  Sometimes, I over-analyze a situation so much that it doesn’t even make sense to me anymore. Maybe I was meant for Philosophy, I don’t know. (Actually, I do know. I hate Philosophy.)  I am one of those people who you don’t think are listening, but really my brain is working in overdrive processing all this new information.  I pick things apart too much. That is why you shouldn’t tell me things like “The world is ending!”  Too bad Brandon didn’t know this.

My co-worker Brandon is a 23-year old devout Pentecostal Christian.  I mean this kid preaches on the radio, teaches Sunday school, and straight up thinks Harry Potter is one of the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Ok maybe not that last one, but he does think that Harry Potter is some form of evil.  Anyway, somehow today at work the fact that he will be on the radio this Saturday preaching came up.  When I asked him what he was preaching about, little did I know I just opened a whole can of bat-shit crazy worms.  He tells me that a prophet he knows (yes people, this guy knows a prophet) had a “vision,” and in that vision he saw the United States…completely BLACK. From this vision, they “took it to mean” that the United States was in deep doo-doo. They predict that an EMP (electromagnetic pulse) is going to hit the world, knocking out all of our power and sending the country into complete and utter devastation.  He just kept saying “You’ve been warned!” and it was really starting to like creep me out.  He said he even has food put away because he knows this is going to happen VERY soon.  Sadly, I was only half listening to the rest of his predictions because I was too busy reiterating every WORD to Cassie on ichat. What I did hear was that somehow a world war was going to start, and the first country that would be targeted was the United States.  He said the dollar would have no worth, poverty would hit, everything would be lost, millions would die, and the government would be no longer. BASICALLY what I saw in my mind, was an image of LA from Terminator Salvation.  Minus all the terminators, because I don’t think the T1000s are allowed in this guys religion. Anyway, after he told us we all better start preparing for this shit, I asked him why he would still be in school if he KNEW this was going to happen.  Why not drop out and spend time with your family and try to keep informing as many people as he could?  He told me that he thought about it, but he wanted to continue with his everyday life and try to be as normal as possible.  However,  he said that if God told him to, he would drop out of school tomorrow. Then my mind drifted off again, and I couldn’t help but wonder what this dude was doing to get “God” to talk to him.  Does God just like BOOP! show up in his room? Does he speak to him in dreams?  Does he whisper shit in his ear when he’s singing his praises in church?  I never understood what people meant when they said God “spoke to them.”  I blame it on the fact that I’m a visual person. I have to see things to actually process them in my hard drive, ya know?

So anyway, after this religion talk came to a halt and he left to do some shit out of the office, I was left alone at my desk to just think and digest everything he just told me.  The first thing that popped into my head was “HAH, wow…dude is nuttier than squirrel shit.”  But then I thought about it some more, and realized that everyone believes in something that other people would probably find insane.  Like me…I seriously believe that my dog understands what I am saying to him.  Every word, without a doubt.  Am I insane? Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t use myself as an example.  But then I took it a step further. What makes us believe stuff like religion, and that  your dog understands you?  Did you form this opinion yourself, or was it downloaded into you by someone/something else?  This kid obviously grew up believing that this prophet dude saw things that would come true, God was real, Harry Potter was the devil, and alcohol consumption will send you straight to hell.  Was it passed down like that? Where the hell did this prophet come from I wonder..could his dad “see things” too? This is about the time my mind ran out of bandwidth and I had to reboot and start over.

It seems to me, in my novice, uneducated opinion, that stupid shit isn’t usually just thought up by ones self, it stems from somewhere.  I also concluded that if enough people are telling you something, you start to believe it to. I think we all knew that though, right?  The real question that is still bobbing around in the back of my head is…should I start putting some food away too?

Let’s Start the Revoluuution!

Yesterday, me and my good friend Cassie had a hilarious conversation about…well, about funny shit.  She said how she wished she could post it on her Facebook status, but it was too inappropriate for the people she was friends with.  THEN, out of nowhere, as if God himself was shining down on us, we had an idea.

An Idea.

We would start a website.  Sort of like texts from last night, but better. Because it wouldn’t be texts at all..it would be conversations. It would be

The Shit People Say.

Oh what a glorious idea it is!  People will be able to submit their dirty filthy shit to us, and we will post it on the interwebz for all to see.  Anonymously. The site isn’t up yet, and we have no content, but the idea is there.  And we are excited as shit.