Just Throw a Brick

You should all feel honored. Yes, you. I don't care if you're wearing sweats sitting on your couch eating stale Cheetos! You are reading my 200th post! And believe me, it's as much an honor to write as it is to read, I'm sure.  I was going to do a super special 200th post, with balloons and a cake and a party, but since it's a Thursday night in Norridge, the best you'll get is leftover Valentine's cake and a night of Leverage watching.  And, in honor of the 200th post, I decided to answer 75 random questions I found on the Internet! Remember these? They were huge on FB circa 2009 and everyone would write their answers in "Notes" and then tag their friends? Well lucky for you I've looked up a nice dorky list of those and so you get to read it. And if you make it to the end, you're a true McBricker. 1. What single piece of technology makes your life easier? Google Maps. I'm awful with directions. Also Chicago was designed by someon...

Basically, if you want to be inside my head right now, this is what it sounds like: I cannot get over this song. I'm done trying. I got off my Wildest Dreams kick and went straight into this one. As well as this one: So yeah, these two songs are basically going off all day, every day. I have a mind for bubblegum pop music, I swear. Want to see my bookshelf? It's basically the one thing we get to ourselves in this dang house. We're going apartment hunting tomorrow and we're finding a place. That's it. There is no other option. But anyway, back to the bookshelf... Cute, right? For someone who only gets a shelf to decorate? Here's what's on there, from left to right: - Trick or Treat sign, AKA our one Halloween decoration. (well we have P's Halloween drawing taped to the wall but I couldn't fit it in the picture...) Thank you Target $1 bin. - Paper crane - We got this when the sister missionaries came to have dinner with us the first...

Like I mentioned yesterday, all I do these days is apply for jobs. Someone hire me, please! I usually smell good and I have a nice smile and I speak English and sometimes I do my makeup really well and I interview well! Well most of the time... Remember that time I listed '"I'm not ugly!" when I was asked by the hiring committee what some of my strengths were? Because I do! Heh heh... But I got the job in the end so who's laughing now? (Still me. I crack myself up sometimes.) Anyway, as I was saying, jobs. I apply for them all the time. But sometimes, I find a weird job that breaks up the monotony. Want to hear some? Option #1: Matchmaker for www.realblacklove.com Let me just remind you what me and C look like. A nice person might call us "exceedingly fair skinned". Now let's take a look at what this job entails. Word for word from the hiring site: "Do you love playing cupid to your friends and family? We love what we do too...

So me and C went to a movie this week. But not just any movie. This was a one-night-only special event. And it was a gift for C, so it was even more special. What was this incredibly special event? The 2015 DCI Tour Premiere of Awesomeness! (I added the "of awesomeness" part, but it was awesome...Just not in the way it was intended.) What is DCI? It stands for Drum Core International , an organization for people to join that just couldn't get enough of marching band in high school and feel a need to join a "professional" one, touring the country performing against each other, for reasons. (And before you get all snippity, I know it's spelled "corps", but I'm a phonetic reader, so...it's core.) And disclaimer, no matter how many band things I watch, they all start to look the same after ten minutes, no matter the quality of the band, which I also can't tell. Are they good? Are they bad? I have no idea. The only way I can tell how...

Well, today is graduation day for the university I work for, so I had to make sure I got to work super early to get a parking spot, and now I'm sitting here counting down the hours until I get to leave. (.5 hours down, 4.5 hours to go...) Although once I go home, that's not a ton better either. Since C works so much going home consists of me picking something to clean, cleaning it while concurrently watching Gilmore Girls or While You Were Sleeping, completing the cleaning process, and deciding to cook something. Yesterday was a crock pot special, not sure what I'll make today. I also attempted making chocolate chip cookies and they ended up okay. I guess C liked them so that's good. I've been a bit wary of cookies ever since my famous oatmeal chocolate chips went to total crap that one time. I've been building my confidence up slowly in that regard. Haha, in other news, just saw the president of the university walking around in full academic graduation regali...

So it's the end of another weekend, guys. I really hate Mondays. Actually, I rather dislike any day that I have to go to work. I'd rather just sit here and write on this blog all day and find Psych or GG memes and that would be awesome. Also, should I post a link to this blog on like... Facebook or something? I've enjoyed it just being private (read: thanks for reading, C and R) but perhaps it deserves a wider audience. Yes? No? Kind of? On to actual blogging material, I went to another football game with my grandpa. Boy, was that something. So first off, I'm trying to find him outside the stadium, which is of course a madhouse. It doesn't help that's when the band decided to march into the near vicinity, making it impossible to contact anyone even if you see them due to the massive amounts of raucous noise in the vicinity. So I'm wandering around, trying to find an old guy in a sea of old guys, when all of a sudden this secret cop car pulls up (...

So little fifth-grade P calls me up the other day, and this is what went down: P: Katelyn? Me: Yep, it's me. What's up? P: Um... Well, can you be my special guest for "Bring a Friend to School Day" at my school? Me: Sure! That'd be awesome! P: Grandma's out of town or I would ask her. Me: ... But it's okay! I was still excited to get to see P (and my mom) in their working environments. I remember when my mom would come to my classroom in elementary school and volunteer to read with groups or whatever, and it was always awesome. So I show up to Bring a Friend to School day super excited, like yeah! I remember elementary school! It was super easy! Woo! First we had an assembly where they all sang songs and we cheered for them, and then we went and met them in their classrooms and they showed us around and we ate cookies. Here's a few conversation snapshots of that day: Me: Hey Mom, how's it going? Mom: Other teacher is gone, basically i...

The other day me and C were just chilling at home waiting for Jimmy Fallon to start when we saw something called an Ice Bucket Challenge on FB. We then spent two hours watching various videos and ranking them. Here, for no reason, and in no particular order, are our favorite ALS ice bucket challenges all in one place! I have decided to rank them on 1) introduction length and clarity, 2) coldness of ice water, 3) reaction to ice water, 4) Person splashing, and 5) recovery. Rankings are out of five stars. Robert Downey Jr: Introduction: Five stars. Concise and to the point. Coldness: Not sure. I'll give it three out of five ice cubes. I mean, stars. Three out of five stars. Reaction:  Classic RDJ. I want to make his little muted scream of indignation a ringtone. Person: You go, Mrs. RDJ!  Recovery: Solid recovery. The Thor action figure is a nice touch.  President George W. Bush: Introduction: Five stars. Not too long, not too short. Coldness: ...

Here's another Post-Marriage General Update category (PMGU, if you didn't pick up on the acronym from the title, I'm lazy and didn't want to type it all out this time.) Today's topic: supporting your husband when he does weird things you don't understand. It happens. Today specifically, I'm talking about that weird thing guys do to make themselves feel tough, manly, and vaguely Bear Grylls-like... That's right, flag football. Flag football? Yeah, I get it. Just stay with me. Okay. So I've been to football games. Many football games. Want proof? Here! See! Proof! I'm at a football game! With M! And I'm smiling! (And no, I wasn't smiling because we'd just gotten Costa Vida...) So yes. Football. I get the general gist of the game. Offense, defense, touchdowns, rah-rah-rah, annoying cheerleaders, over-pampered student athletes running around with a ball, big fat Polynesian guys on defense mowing people over, trying to get the...

...Which was full of engaged people. *sigh* My extended family is getting to the age that people are starting to get engaged. My two girl cousins my age are both engaged, and I was coerced into dinner with both of them tonight. They're both really nice, but it's just hard to sit there and listen to the merits of cream vs. ecru tablecloths, and it's killing me. *sigh* Oh well. I feel like talking to every engaged person is the same. They're all like "my life my life my life MY FIANCE MY FIANCE MY FIANCE my life MY FIANCE my life MY FIANCE." And then they're like "How are you doing?" and you're like "Well, you know. The same. Living with my roommates, doing the whole single life thing..." and they're like "Oh, that's so fun!" and I'm like "..." and they're like "MY FIANCE AND MY WEDDING". It's a vicious cycle. and of course it wasn't this bad. I tend to exaggerate. But my g...

I'M JEAN FREAKING VALJEAN ...Jean Valjean! (Bet you weren't expecting that.) Sorry, still on my Les Mis kick. And no,  I haven't finished it yet...Although last week, my friends and I watched the most recent movie AND 25th anniversary edition (Hello, Nick Jonas! And the same Eponine from the movie, who's my favorite character. Every girl identifies with Eponine at least once in her life (or more than once...) Anyway...In case you haven't noticed, I'm not too much like Jean Valjean. I guess I can be pretty withdrawn and have my secrets that I don't like talking about, sure. Plus, even though I've definitely messed up in my life, I still try to do my best to make up for those mistakes. So in that way, I'm kind of like Valjean, but that's about where the similarities end. I'm much more like other fictional characters...like... Iago! "Oh, that's a big surprise! That's incredible - I think I'm going to have a heart at...

So I'm sure you're all wondering why my blog is called "Just Throw a Brick". The answer? Because, that's why. No really, there isn't really a reason. Just a backstory. Ready? So one time, my roommate Natalie went on a blind date with one of her married cousin's friends, and I was at home chilling with my other roommates and some guys. They had just broken out a strange board game that involved lots of strategy, too much strategy for my physics-addled brain on a Friday night, so I was hiding in the corner halfway reading a book and halfway watching "Four Weddings" (A stupid show? Yes. An entertaining show?  Very yes.) So I was chilling there, and watching my show like a pathetic single person, and then Natalie comes running in and is like "Katelyn! Come hang out with us!" Being bored, I agreed, but only if I could bring my popcorn I had just popped (I am a HUGE popcorn person. Movie theatre popcorn is one of my favorite foods on this...

Well, it's Sunday. I'm currently chilling in my living room taking a break from Les Mis (the book, not the movie.) I got the unabridged version for Christmas and I've been trying to get through it ever since, but it's been hard because of school and work, and I just don't have the time for it. Les Mis is a book you have to be able to concentrate on, it's not some light fluffy read. It's also highly frustrating in some parts with the exorbitant amount of details on pointless matters. For example, I'm to the part where Marius has been shot and Jean Valjean is dragging him through the sewers. Except, we can't read about that, because we need to read about the sewers of Paris for...15 pages. It talks about people who inspect the sewers, where they run, blah blah blah. It truly is a test of patience to read this book. But it's funny, because I just transcribed a show at work about big cities, and the last one was on Paris. I'll let you guess wha...

So I was captioning a show about the Amazon yesterday, and it was extremely informative, as well as slightly terrorizing. I did not realize how many ways there are to die in the rainforest. So I turned what I learned at work today into a choose-your-own-adventure story, just for kicks, instead of studying for my Virology test... Start 1) You step off the boat onto the shaky dock in Macapa, Brazil. You look around, amazed by all the sights and sounds of this bustling seaside town that sits right on the Amazon River. Already, you can feel the oppressive humidity and intense heat beating down on you, but it has no effect on your spirits. You made it to the Amazon! You're going to discover 600 new types of insects! You're going to find the plant to cure cancer! You'll find a cure to the common cold! (actually, virology has taught me that that is virtually impossible...sorry about that.) You notice a swarm of flies buzzing around you. You: A. Run away B. Hang out with th...

Once upon a time, there was a magical place where it never rained. ... The End.

Here it goes people. You get to hear about my awesome New Year's Eve. I just can't wait to tell you all about it...Ha. Ha. Ha. If you have something more interesting to do, like watching paint dry, then be my guest. I won't be offended. Really. ... Oh good, you're still here. Actually, it's not that bad, compared to some other ones I've had. I feel like the older I get, the lamer holidays like New Year's Eve become. Since I'm a college student, all my friends disappear after Finals Week and magically appear when the term starts, which basically leaves me with nothing to do. It's a good thing that my best friend lives close by, so I don't feel so much like a loser. This year, we got invited to a local YSA dance, so we decided to drop in. Okay. You've all been there. You walk in. Simultaneously, you're hit with every variety of Axe ever made, as well as the entire Bath and Body Works collection. Now add those together with an overw...