"What's with the lack of blog updates??" I've been asking myself that a lot lately, and today I finally decided to do something about it. I just woke up this morning and said to myself, "Katie, it's your job to get this blog off it's butt and post today." So that is exactly what I'm doing.
Nothing spectacular has really been happening, which at least explains why there hasn't been a post in so long. All I can say is, if you're one of the people with incredibly good taste who watches Harper's Island, then Saturday night was a good night for you. You're probably also feeling that July 11 can't come fast enough. Don't worry, you're not alone.
That's really kind of all I have to say. I apologize for the lack of news/humor/interesting stories in this blog post. But hey, a post is a post, right?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Nail Polish Incident: What Really Happened
So there I was, innocently playing Super Mario Bros. on the DS and watching National Treasure (starring Nicholas Cage). Katie had painted her nails and had also used the super drying spray which looks like hairspray but is most certainly not for hair. (Learned that the hard way over the weekend, but that's a story for another time.) Katie insists that this special super-duper nail polish drying spray is nothing but scented condensed air, but I think it's something far more sinister because even now I am high as a kite from the fumes.
Katie, in her infinite wisdom, apparently thought her nail polish was dry enough to do complicated things such as type messages on the computer. She probably would have been fine if she had been using a normal, working computer and not my junk bucket of a laptop. See, the screws that hold my screen up are broken (hardcore snapped, crackled, and popped) and the whole top half of my Gateway wiggles like a loose tooth. At any given moment, the screen could (and does) come crashing down on the typist, crushing his or her hands between the keyboard and screen. If one had freshly painted fingernails...well, you can imagine what might happen then.
I was just about to get that third coin for Mario and Luigi when the I heard the top half of the computer come crashing down. Nothing new. But then, I heard Katie yell, "MY NAILS!" and, as an afterthought, "Your screen!" Luckily, she got most of it off, though I can still see some hot pink specks, so she'll be taking care of those ASAP. Sadly, her nails were not so lucky. She had to scrap the whole idea and now sports naked fingers again.
Movie's ending. Spoiler alert: Nicholas Cage wins.
Katie, in her infinite wisdom, apparently thought her nail polish was dry enough to do complicated things such as type messages on the computer. She probably would have been fine if she had been using a normal, working computer and not my junk bucket of a laptop. See, the screws that hold my screen up are broken (hardcore snapped, crackled, and popped) and the whole top half of my Gateway wiggles like a loose tooth. At any given moment, the screen could (and does) come crashing down on the typist, crushing his or her hands between the keyboard and screen. If one had freshly painted fingernails...well, you can imagine what might happen then.
I was just about to get that third coin for Mario and Luigi when the I heard the top half of the computer come crashing down. Nothing new. But then, I heard Katie yell, "MY NAILS!" and, as an afterthought, "Your screen!" Luckily, she got most of it off, though I can still see some hot pink specks, so she'll be taking care of those ASAP. Sadly, her nails were not so lucky. She had to scrap the whole idea and now sports naked fingers again.
Movie's ending. Spoiler alert: Nicholas Cage wins.
Of National Treasure and Nail Polish
Welcome, friends, to Kristin and Katie's Monday night. Watching National Treasure and painting our nails. Or, in my case, painting my nails, accidently smudging fresh nail polish on Kristin's computer screen, and then promptly un-painting said ruined nails. Easy come, easy go.
Today, after surviving class number 6 of Driver's Ed, I came home and worked on my scrapbook for a little bit. I've decided that since I'll be going into the eleventh grade, it's time to finish documenting my eighth grade year. It wouldn't be so great to have that project carry over into college.
Tomorrow I'll be going to the pool with some friends. It should be fun (and let's face it, I'm in serious need of a tan).
I should probably get to bed if I want to stay awake in Driver's Ed. Tomorrow's lesson: The Affects of Drugs on Driving. Lucky me.
Today, after surviving class number 6 of Driver's Ed, I came home and worked on my scrapbook for a little bit. I've decided that since I'll be going into the eleventh grade, it's time to finish documenting my eighth grade year. It wouldn't be so great to have that project carry over into college.
Tomorrow I'll be going to the pool with some friends. It should be fun (and let's face it, I'm in serious need of a tan).
I should probably get to bed if I want to stay awake in Driver's Ed. Tomorrow's lesson: The Affects of Drugs on Driving. Lucky me.
Friday, June 12, 2009
In Which Kristin Dictates and Katie Types
5 trite things we are not going to say in our first blog post:
You're gonna wanna follow us like a fat kid follows the ice cream truck.
- We have a blog!!!!!!!!!!
- What up, blogosphere?!
- What to say, what to say?
- This is our first blog post.
- Welcome to our blog.
You're gonna wanna follow us like a fat kid follows the ice cream truck.
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