Monday, April 18, 2011

Guide to Avoiding Work

So I was looking through my old essays and such to try to jostle my brain's writers' block and spark some of that old creativity I used to have.
My goal has not really yet been accomplished, but I did find something that I felt was worth the internet.

So here it is. The Guide to Avoiding Work.

I really have no idea what the prompt was for this one. I have completely forgotten. I wish I could remember the grade I got on it too... but anyways, I digress. Those with senioritus, this one's for you.



Guide to Avoiding Work

Picture this: You have had exams to study for and papers to write for school all week. Your dad’s birthday was Tuesday and your strange uncle flew in from his questionable dwelling in Timbuktu just to wish your father a happy birthday. With tests to study for, essays to write, a birthday to plan and a relative to entertain, you may feel as if you are going to overload at any second. As the week finally comes to an end, you embrace the soothing weekend with open arms, more ready than ever to relax. That is, until your English teacher decides to assign a project on Shakespeare due the following Monday. Your brain is boiling! Your fingertips ache and your whole being screams, “No more work!” Fear not overwhelmed over-achiever! You will not be completing another tedious task, and I can show you just how to avoid it! Follow these easy steps to successfully evade any dreaded assignment.

First, think of everything else that needs to be done. Your poor dog has been neglected for days. He sure would appreciate a walk. Look at your split ends! A hair cut could do wonders for you right now. Once you begin thinking of other tasks that have been patiently napping in your subconscious, starting and completing an English project will appear to be a trivial part of your weekend. Before you know it, ideas will inundate your mind and the pestering assignment will disappear from your brain.

Next, avoid parents or any other adult with substantial authority. Such people as these will only disapprove of your desertion and heckle you to accomplish your assigned homework. Some ways to distract them from your own personal life would be to ask them about their own (if absolutely necessary). Make the conversation quick and be sure to make a speedy dash before they realize the notion to politely ask/ nag you about your life. Always remember this strategy: When in doubt, excuse your way out! This tactic can be used in worse-case scenarios when your parent or authority figure asks you specifically what you should be doing. In such an instance, refer to the mental list of duties you accumulated for yourself to do and use them as excuses.

For most studious over-achievers, a short burst of panic may erupt once fully realizing you will get a zero for the assignment you did not even attempt. Once this happens, you will need to know how to calm yourself: Take deep breaths and put on a fine, soothing bath. Light candles and maybe even listen to some calming music. Consider the possibility of future extra credit assignments, if truly needed. The world will not end if you make one zero for one project you did not do in one class. Once successfully calm, continue enjoying your work-free weekend.

Congratulations you temporary slacker! It is Monday morning, your uncle is gone, your dad’s birthday long over, and your project nonexistent! The best part is you have never felt better. You have successfully avoided your assigned task, now you must confront the consequences: Expect your teacher to be upset. Do not cower away. Accept the responsibility that you indeed did not do your assignment. Hold your head high and take any criticism that may be castigated upon you. Do your best to go down with dignity, however, if this mature confrontation does not go as planned, there is a plan B. Always remember ‘When in doubt, excuse your way out!’ Not recommended for the confrontal step, excuses may help if the situation gets out of hand with your teacher, or possibly later in time, your parents.

With every new Monday there is a whole new week laced with new homework assignments, new surprises and new burdens. We all must accomplish the tasks that are casted in our direction in order to prosper. However, when enough is enough and you are not capable of completing another obligation, the Guide to Avoiding Work will be right here to help.




Friday, January 21, 2011

Cat Security

So, to my displeasure, my family does not, and has not owned a cat in years. But there are cats that sit outside of my house as if it was their domain. I spied one this night through the window as I was coming back from the kitchen for my nightly glass of water. I've seen up to two at a time, peacefully sitting right outside the front door on the 'welcome' or whatever it says mat, surveying the world as if it was an oyster, and they were the priceless pearls. Like my house is the Egyptian tomb of a prince, and they are the royal statue cats that preside outside the hidden doors. Like bouncers outside of a popular, LA club. Except they are much cuter and not as seemingly menacing.
I don't know these cats at all. I don't know who they belong to, where they came from, I haven't even touched one of these cats, but I feel affection towards them as if they were my own.
It may be my undying love for the feline species.
I want to know what drew these cat creatures to my house in the first place. Maybe it's my avid cat-person nature, that radiates from the brick walls out into the streets of Shakespeare and calls to lost cats. Perhaps it was the fact that I witnessed a cat get run over right in front of my house and survive, running right into my bushes (http://katrinawinsko.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-new-school-year.html <--- older post). Maybe that unfortunate kitty told all it's kitty friends about the safe haven that is my home, and thus, furballs on my door step. Or maybe, for some reason, the area around my house is just warmer than other houses....... doubtful.

Whatever the reason, I really like their presence. I just love cats so.
And I really REALLY wish I wasn't so allergic to them.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Wall Squirrels?

From time to time, I think something gets stuck in our leaving room/kitchen walls. We'll hear a little scratching going on, a little rustling. Last night/ very early this morning I was just passing through to get my nightly glass of water and turn the lights off when I heard such sounds. It nearly scared the crap out of me at first. I thought someone was trying to break in or something. But then upon closer inspection of direction of sound and memory I remembered this happening before. My parents suggested a squirrel got caught in the walls somehow or... something.
I may never know. But if one day the house gets bulldozed down and the workers find a ton of dead squirrels, my family is going to look pretty suspicious.
Whatever. I'm kind of just saying this because I don't want to fold these clothes.

The Garage Door Failure

Today was pretty unextraordinary with a few memorable occurrences.
I saw a movie unextraordinary
Went to taco bell unextraoridinary
Was nice to the guy at the drive thru window unextraordinary
Got a surprise free bag of cinnamon twists memorable
Almost played in the rain but didn't unextraordinary
Got the car out of the garage to go to Barnes and Noble most memorable experience of day

All i wanted to do was go to Barnes and Noble so i could have a nice atmosphere to do my punnett square biology homework. I get in my car (which was in the garage because it's raining very hard) and notice 'crap, I forgot to open the garage with the wall thingy. Oh well, I'll just press my garage opener in the car.' I press it once, absent-mindedly glance in the rear-view mirror to make sure it worked and glance away to do something else for a short time. Thinking the door must surely be up by then, I proceed to back out.
CRASH
Of course. Bad idea. I press the button again and the door creaks and moans as it goes all the way up. Sort of. I park my car in the driveway, in the pouring rain and inspect the stupid damage I managed to cause.

The door would not close. Shit! I couldn't just leave the stupid garage door open while it's pouring rain at night as my house is unguarded. Not to mention the stupid thing is broken and can never be closed again! So I go to work. The door is bent a little. So I try to pull it down, running back and forth between door and wall button to see the progress or lack thereof. After standing in front of it in dismay for a couple of minutes I notice the bolt that connects the wheel thing to the door so it can move up and down is out of place. I found the problem!
I go to it and wiggle it around, trying to put it back in the hole it broke loose of. No budge. I put the door as far up as it will go and get a ladder and some tool thing that I used for a hammer. Using my womanly intellect I managed to hit the thing out of place and then slam it back to proper position.
Success!! It worked! The door closed! I was very proud of myself for fixing the thing I so stupidly messed up in the first place. As I was just about to leave, my dad pulls up in the driveway and notices the door. I explain the whole shindig really quickly and tell him where I was planning to go. He says I shouldn't go anywhere because of the bad weather....

All of that. That ENTIRE struggle just to be told not to go anywhere??

I went anyway. And at that point I really could have gladly stayed home. But after everything I just did I was not about to just go back inside to have a whole 20 minutes of struggle and life wasted.

I went to Barnes and Noble for a good 30 minutes and did my stupid punnett squares unextraordinary

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Middle Aged People

I always find it weird to think of them as anything but. I just have this misconception that once you hit 30 your whole personality changes, along with your behavior and attitude. Like all middle aged people are boring and emotionless and go through the motions of daily routines with out a trace of anything exciting to be found. On every day, unremarkable occasions I am reminded that middle aged people (heck, even old people!) were once young, like me. And that one day, I am going to be a middle aged or old person having some young whipper-snapper think the same thing about me as I think about them now. And I don't like that at all! Today at the gym this middle aged woman was chattin it up with some middle aged men. And it was just so... weird! There they were, in their natural habitat, giggling, and...dare I say... FLIRTING. The woman was alluding to the famous Legally Blond line of the "bend and snap," demonstrating while laughing to herself. However she kept saying lean or something instead of bend and I almost walked over to her so I could correct her. BEND and snap, lady, BEND. It was just a very interesting sight to see; this not so youthful woman bending and snapping with these not so youthful men and they giggled together and continued talking about whatever it is older people talk about. Don't get me wrong, they did not look bad for their age or anything, but still. I have to keep reminding myself peoples' personalities don't change as they get older. Not really at least. Just their body.
Unless they get surgery or something.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

So I got a fortune cookie today

and I would just like to say....
















HELL YES






Monday, October 4, 2010

This is a real blog site I swear!

So I just looked at one of my fellow peer's blog and it is so much better than mine. Honestly speaking. I mean she takes the time to really go all out, and blog practically every day! Who has enough to say about nothing to write about it every day? Not I. I am posting this here post just to remind the few random people reading this here blog that I can write endlessly about nothing at certain intervals of time. Even if it is a short paragraph consisting of irrelevant substance, and things no one cares about.

But hey! That is what blogging as all about!... right?