I have come to a definite conclusion.

If you have construction workers, of any kind, working on your house, they will need to use your bathroom.

They will need to use your bathroom and they will use your bathroom and they will miss the toilet.

And you, being unaware of such occurrences will absentmindedly step in this man pee, leaving you to clean both your floor and your foot with proliferating annoyance.

I'm not saying construction workers will miss all the time, but on an average of 2 days at least one of them will miss at least once. Just take my word for it.

You were warned.

The word of the week is...

palliative

as in This week I found myself needing many different forms of palliatives.

I think my computer's on to me...

I have an amazing Mac Book Pro. I love this computer and besides some complications at the very beginning of its adoption we have been very happy together.

But lately it has been freaking out on me.

I think it believes I am having an affair with the enemy.

PC'S!

What my lovely Mac doesn't understand is I must use a pc computer! In my computer science class that is all that is available.

I think Mac is beginning to sense my primitive adoration for that which I grew up with and became primarily comfortable with. I am starting to get frustrated with my Mac as things are not located where they would be on a pc and Mac's applications just stop working on me every now and then, beginning of late.

It's way of "giving me the cold shoulder" I conclude. Mac doesn't even have solitaire preprogramed on it!

But I suppose that was a low blow. It does have chess. But really? Who wants to play that while they're bored?

It is okay though. I could never revert back to my old ways. PC is in the past, Mac.

I hope we can see through our trivial differences and move on toward the future, only growing stronger as user and computer.

rozzzafly?!

Seriously?

That was a pretty douche bag move.

CUTE OVERLOAD

To you, this may be extraneous

I have many vocab tests tomorrow. To help me study for one of them, I am going to create my own sentences containing some of the words on the list.

Just a slightly more interesting way of studying, and you, the internet public, get to feast your eyes on my results.

I feel the need to figure out clandestine people.

Mr. Dehart has such a vapid gaze, which does little to animate his soporific lectures.

I watched a video of a lady making tangential comments about her virginity.

I like to believe I'm aesthetic; therefore I try to make pretty things myself.

My friend's profundity in physics makes me feel rather idiotic.

The warning cacophony of my vigilant dogs as an intruder casually walks by my house creates a splintering aural sensation.

I know too many mercenary people. Money isn't everything.

A dirge can be quite the debbie downer if one is in a good mood.

Personal Internet Craze of the Week

A youtube channel called Equals Three.

Pretty funny guy.

I approve.

Laundry Addition

I hate it when your food follows you around. Especially when you didn't actually order anything. And I don't mean the tangible food itself, but the smell. I'm sure I am not alone when I return home from merely sitting at a simple cafe and find myself with that cafe's aroma stuck to the fabric of my clothing like a leech to a fat man. I have found that the smell has a special penchant for my shirts. Pants not too bad, just the parts clothing my torso. It is especially annoying when you have just put on said clothes a few hours earlier, knowing that they are perfectly clean but stink of not so great things. Thus, exiled! Into the hamper with you.

I think all restaurants should leave their customers smelling like flowers.

THIS JUST IN

I got sticky notes. :D

And it turns out that we already had clear duct tape.

I'm set!

I need...

Duct tape. Like, the for real heavy duty stuff for a certain something that needs some taping back together. Preferably clear. As an attempt to reduce ghetto-ness. Anyone want to send me some?


I also really want some sticky notes. Nothing really fancy. Just a plain old pad of square sticky notes. Then I can write things on them and stick them places. Like put notes on someone's car. Or draw a series of pictures and put them on a random wall. Just because I can, because I have sticky notes.

Actually I really just need them to remind me of things to do but the other uses are a sure plus.

I want one

Heiress to Royalty?

My name is Katrina Winsko.

Look me up in google. There is only one name such as mine in the world.

(Which is me by the way)

And honestly, how many Winskos do you know?

That is why it is so cool that....

There is a Winsko, Poland!!!!

It's 41 degrees in Winsko right now, according to my Mac.

As far as I'm concerned, I own that village.

You know what's even cooler?

There is a restaurant in that village called Karina!!!

Not quite Katrina, but just one letter away.

Oh yeah. That is my place.

Coincidences like that don't just happen.

I think I'll book a trip there one day. I'll tell my name every chance I get, flash my ID.

All the Winskonians will praise me.

Newbie

I gave in. I created a blog. How long it will last is another subject matter entirely of its own.