The Importance of Absurdity

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Alright folks, it's official! We've moved to http://rmfo-blogs.com/katey! Yippy skippy! It'll probably be kinda dead for the next few days, as I try to get everything all set up and pretty and so forth, but it's definitely there and I'll definitely be posting soon!

And there was much rejoicing...yayyyyy.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 5:22 PM

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Ok boys, a little advice. I know you've all heard this before, but it's really quite simple--if you tell a girl you're gonna call her, and especially if you tell her you're gonna call at a specific time, just stinkin' pick up the phone and call. Even if it's just for two seconds to tell her that you can't talk because it turns out that you have something else going on. That's fine. Just call the girl. Even if she's absolutely nothing more than a friend. Call her. Believe me, you're much better off doing so.
Also, if the girl you're interested in or dating treats you like shit, just drop her. Move on. Forget about her. Don't make excuses for the way she treats you. There's plenty more fish in the sea, at least one of whom is guaranteed to treat you with a little decency. There's nothing more pathetic (in my eyes, anyway) than a guy who stay with a scummy girl.
And lastly, never tell your girlfriend what your best chick friend says about her. Unless it's good. 'Cause if it's bad and you tell your girl, you just get screwed all around. And risk losing both of them. It's really not a good idea. Just keep it to yourself.
The end.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 4:41 PM

Sunday, May 09, 2004

There's a funny thing about me and Lydia. Although, it's probably funnier about her than about me, but I think it's pretty darn amusing all the same. You see, Lydia and I are squealers. As in, we squeal. Not happy squeals (well, I don't and I'm pretty sure she doesn't), but when we screw something up, we squeal. For example, when I drop something, I squeal. Every time. When I walk into something, I squeal. When we're playing Round Robin and we drop the paddle wierd or something like that, we squeal. I s'pose that if you don't know either of us, it's not funny. It might even be annoying (probably, in fact). But it's grossly ironic (or maybe just more funny than ironic) that the two of us are by far the biggest tom-boys (and she much more than me) and least girly of all the girls we know. And yet, we're the squealers. I haven't always squealed though, and I'm not real sure where I picked it up from. Possibly Sarah Doyle, but I don't think I've spent enough time around her to pick up something that I do frequently. It's possible that I got it from Jennifer Hamilton. But she's not that big of a squealer. My only other guess is Neda, my quasi-roommate from the summer. I can't specifically remember her being a squealer, but I would not in the least bit be surprised if she was one. And we certainly picked things up from each other (haha, she went home saying "That's outstanding" a ton, like I did all summer). Or maybe I just picked it up from Lydia, who got it from someone else. Ehhh, who knows.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 8:16 PM

Yeah so, I don't do well with change. And Blogger just changed on me. I will DEFINITELY be on the new blog within the week!

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 8:15 PM

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Just as a warning...it's looking like I'll be moving this thing over to rmfo-blogs as soon as I get through exams and all that good stuff. After a year of being quite friendly, Blogger now hates me. And rmfo-blogs seems like the best option. Ironically, I was trying to be a nonconformist by not moving over there and what do you know...not only am I now a conformist, I waited long enough that I'm a loser of one too. Not really though. I initially stayed away because I felt like I could stand to be tied to the community less. And that's probably still true. But Blogger just sucks.

Also...guitar shopping makes me woozy. It's just like shoe shopping--I know what I want, they're just not out there. And now I have a July 4th deadline. *sigh*

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 4:04 PM

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Yeah so, this whole school thing is getting really old, really fast. I’ll be so glad when it’s over. Or even just when the next 7 days are over. I still have 4 exams, 3 of which are in the next 72 hours. Not so much fun. Especially when one of them is calculus. Of course, to be quite honest...I haven’t started studying for it. And it’s definitely at 8am tomorrow. It’s a good thing I’m already planning on taking it again next semester (yeah, how much does that suck...it’s bad enough taking it once, but having to take it TWICE, for a total of 3 semesters?).
Speaking of next semester though, my friends are really bumming me out. It seems like everyone changed their minds this weekend about where they’re going next year. And they’re all staying here. Matt told me last week that he was pretty sure he was going to Davidson (no surprise, since his girl’s at Charlotte), but then told me yesterday he’s going to Duke. Wendy had decided on Berkeley and sent in her deposit and then decided to go to Emory (ok, I guess Emory’s not exactly here, but it’s a whole lot closer than Berkeley!). Kevin had told just about everyone he was going to NYU and now he’s going to UNC. And the saddest of all, Tory was deciding between Duke and Vandy. I really wanted her to go to Vandy, so that at least someone else would be going to TN with me, but she finally decided on Duke. Stephen and Alisa are both going to UNC, Lee’s going to Meredith, John’s going to State and Summer’s going to William & Mary (which, again, isn’t here, but it’s really not that far). I mean, I know full and well that not everyone can go to an out of state school. I do understand that. And I understand that their chosen schools weren’t necessarily their top choices. But the fact is, most of these kids could go elsewhere. And could get money. I just feel like they’re selling themselves short by staying in a place they know. Yes, I know that I’m a bit adventuresome (after all, according to Anna, “Adventure” is my middle name...along with “Spontaneous”, “Scandal”, and “Rebel”) and maybe the idea of moving somewhere I’m really not at all familiar with is exciting only to me...but it still makes me very sad for them.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 5:53 PM

Saturday, May 01, 2004

This, my friends, is why I like boys.

Josh: What the heck WAS Bud Dry? It has "Bud" in the name -- so it must be gross -- but what in the world was it?
Brandon: I never had it. It was gone before I turned 21. I just remember that Ben Stein was the voice that said "Why ask why? Try bud dry."
Josh: Yeah -- I remember too. And I was always confused by how beer could be dry.
Brandon: Maybe it was that freeze-dried astronaut stuff. That was big in the late 80s/early 90s
Josh: So would it be like...beer blocks? Or it would it be beer powder?
Brandon: Well the ice cream was kind of a mixture of both. So I would say that it would be kind of a mixture of both.
Josh: And it would still have that funky cardboard texture, too, wouldn't it?
Brandon: Mos def
Josh: That might be a plus, it would destract from the horrible taste.
Brandon: Plus you would be eating ASTRONAUT beer. The novelty would make it taste all the better as well.
Josh: If you WERE an astornaut, and Budweiser was the only beer you could get…would you drink it?
Brandon: Hmm......good question. The novelty still gets lots of points right now. So maybe initially. Do you think alcohol would still be present if it's freeze-dried?
Josh: I think that's a secondary consideration.
Brandon: Cause that might inhibit you from flying the spaceship
Josh: It's a spaceship! What are you gonna hit? There's no centerline to cross!
Brandon: But what if you come across an asteroid field? Or space debris?
Josh: This isn't Star Wars! We're not flyin' around the galaxy all nimbly-bimbly running away from the darkside! All our "spaceships" just go up and chill in orbit and such. There's no skill needed for that!
Brandon: They do perform experiments though. I think they should do experiments to see what the lack of gravity does to a drunken state.
Josh: I think that would be awesome. What would happen to carbonation is space? Would it still be fizzy?
Brandon: Maybe the bubbles would go in every sort of direction. Instead of just up. Or just stay static.
Josh: Would they even "bubble"? Would it just a big blob of beer just sort of floating around?

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 4:45 PM

Friday, April 30, 2004

Lately, I've found myself doing a hell of a lot of things alone. Which kinda makes me laugh. Because I really have no idea when I got so independent. It feels right though. My mom thinks GSW is the reason. But I wasn't at all independent at GSW. I spent every waking moment with either the orchestra girls (and Matt) or Ian's posse. No, it wasn't GSW at all. Actually, I think I do know when it happened. Sometime this fall, I just decided that it was time to stop missing out on stuff just because I would have had to go alone. In fact, I even know what triggered it. Steep Canyon Rangers played at Cat's Cradle on my birthday. And I wanted to go. But all my friends either couldn't go or didn't want to. So I ended up not going. And after that, I realized how frickin'' stupid it is to miss out of cool stuff just because no one would go with me. So now I do stuff alone. I go to concerts alone (and let me tell you, going to concerts by yourself is muchly awesome). I go to movies alone. I go to restaurants alone. I go to basketball games alone. I go to Duke Gardens alone. And you know what? Since this fall, my level of confidence has soared. Because, let's face it--I always put on a good act (or maybe it wasn't so good), but I never had ANY confidence. None in the least bit. Ever. But now, I've got plenty. Too much maybe (although, the way I see it, as long as my brother's got more, I'm still good). And there's no doubt in my mind that it's because I started doing stuff alone. So today, I'm spending my senior skip day alone. Not exactly what I would have chosen, but given the situation, completely understandable (because prom is tonight, school rules say you have to go to 3 class periods to attend, so everyone's in school this morning and then getting ready for prom after they leave, which leaves me no one to do anything with). I had decided months ago that I was gonna spend my senior skip day on the lake, so that's just what I'm gonna do. And then, tonight, I'm gonna see SpencerAcuff (my parents: "AGAIN?!?") by myself, unless Patty ends up going. But the great thing is, after spending the day by myself, I'm going to Summer's after-prom dessert party with everyone (including Kevin, who's also not going to prom, because he's going to see Ben Folds in Charlotte). And that's what I love--I'm doing exactly what I want to do today and I'm not bothered in the slightest that I'm doing most of it alone.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 10:11 AM