Hey You! Stop Reading Your Blogroll and Come Read My Post!

Happy MLK day! I hope you are all enjoying it, and if today is no different than any other Monday for you, think of it as Bloglove Monday instead.

Speaking of bloglove, Bruce's EvilTwin gave me some the other day. He gave me this:

Thanks Bruce!!!!

This award comes with this rule. I can give it to as many people as secrets that I am willing to divulge about myself. I am a copycat, so here are three secrets:

1.  Showers are like magic for me. A shower will make me feel better no matter how crappy I feel. If I feel too crap-o-la-like the shower magic is only temporary, but should last until the hot water returns.

2.  My Super-Nintendo is quite possibly my favorite possession apart from my books. I was informed, as a joke, that it was broken accidentally and thought about breaking up with my boyfriend when I found out he had lied to me about it to be funny. We made it through but I glared at him for the rest of the night.

3.  I believe that Midol is the best hangover cure in the world. It not only takes care of the headache but has caffeine to perk you up. I pretty much just love this stuff. There's a certain week of the month that I will pop these pills like candy because they are the only thing that makes me feel sane.

So there you have it. Three things that make up some of what I like to call 'the essence of Kara.' Now to force other bloggers into doing the same thing give this out to other deserving bloggers out there. I gave three secrets so I get to give the award to three people. Since it is a holiday, I am going to give a simple reason as to why I chose each blog. This first blanket reason is that I just recently started following these blogs and all three of them rock my world.

First, to Cole at Dry Humor Daily. If for no other reason than this:

One of the main reasons I followed this blog. It made me laugh.



Next, to Beau at The Nothing Report, because everyone should have a Zombie Apocalypse Plan and he posted his so that I could copy it. No, really. He posted it just for me I just know it. He didn't tell me but I have good hunches about things like these.

Finally, Bryan and Brandon at A Beer For The Shower, because anyone who can make fun of Sarah Palin and the Twilight books are fucking heroes in my book.

Now I'm going to go drink beer and smoke a cigarette for Bruce and his evil counterpart. Thanks again Bruce!

You Just Keep My Bloggersphere A Twirlin'

So I found out yesterday that I have been getting a lot of bloglove lately.

I was unofficially nominated to be BONed (come on now. Mind out of the gutter and eyes up here!) by Bruce's EvilTwin on his blog, Stupid stuff I see and hear. Personally I'd rather be BONed by Bruce's EvilTwin than than Google any day because he doesn't like blogs that show the crappy outcome of bad knitting patterns.

I am also sponsoring Bruce's JADIP blog this week; an honor that I am forced to accept because I swore that I would not write another damned three page report during my time off from school. I now call my reports essays and short stories because it makes me feel better about myself. Plus the report is single spaced, so that's really like six pages. It takes less time to let him link my blog everyday and say nice things about me.

This is my prize. The rash can be fixed, baby, I promise.

And last, but definitely not least, Mrs. Hyde at A Bitch Called Mom nominated me for the most humorous blog award in the 2011 Weblog Awards. I don't know if I'll win, I didn't even really know about them, but being nominated is honestly good enough for me.

So now, I would like to thank... (drumroll)

No, not God.

I'm trying to be a writer so I've trained myself to step away from everything that is cliche (I don't know how to do the 'e' so you have to deal with it looking like that), and I don't know what is more cliche than thanking God in moments like these.

So instead I am going to thank... (come on you damn drumroll. Where is it?)

Bruce, his evil counterpart and Mrs Hyde!

You made me feel greater about myself than getting Google's attention ever could. I am not writing for them I am writing for you (and for the possibility of making millions by someone discovering what a literary genius I am). It is your comments and pageviews that keep me going on this thing. We all already know that I am an attention whore, so you feeding my ego from time to time just makes the problem worse makes it all the more worth it to spend my time spewing out some useless crap that you guys find funny for some reason.

Thank you so much you guys for all of the bloglove that makes my little bloggersphere go 'round.

And thank you to all of those who have helped to save kittens around the world.

Come And Get It! (Bloglove Of Course!)

Hello.

I'm back to talk about myself...

Again...

Are you excited?

Good.

I am awesome.

End of post.


Okay, not really, because I have to talk about something that made me feel awesome.

It is this:

this award was started by Mynx at Dribble...

It has strawberries. I love strawberries.

And awards.

(Thanks Bruce!)

This award has some stipulations/rules however.

First, I am going to list five guilty pleasures that I have. This is not my choice to do and you cannot unfollow me because you finally realize I am a loser nerd unique person. This is a freebie for me to be...special.

Alright...

Five Guilty Pleasures:

1. Diet Coke. I think about half their revenue each year comes from me alone. I love it so so so much. It's not even a weight loss thing for me. I just truly enjoy the taste of it and the nice slight sting that I get from the carbonation when I chug a glass of it. I wrote a poem about coke when I was fourteen. Maybe someday I will change it to diet coke and post it. It's pretty much a love poem.

2. Zebra Cakes. I love them so much that I won't eat them. Trust me, it makes sense. I CAN NOT stop once I start. Before I know it two or fifteenish boxes are gone and I have a vague recollection of being the one to have eaten them. I don't even like them to be around me. This love does not apply to any other Little Debbie snacks. Just Zebra Cakes.

3. Sweatpants. I wear them whenever I can. I wear them in public. Right now my only pair has a hole in the butt (haha) so I keep to wearing them around the apartment (with shorts underneath so they aren't completely inappropriate). I do sometimes (often) wear them to my boyfriend's apartment though. Hey, a girl's gotta be comfortable.

4. Singing. I love to sing. Just not in front of anyone. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Also, I'm the person next to you while you're waiting for that long red light to finally turn green. You know the one. You look over on your nice Wednesday afternoon to see a girl jamming out to whatever the hell kids listen to these days. She doesn't look like a kid, but she's sure acting like one. She looks over at you and sees you staring at her like she's a moron. She gets embarrassed for a second, moves her car forward a foot and then goes back to her song. I'm that girl.

5. Newsies. You know the crappy '92 Disney musical with Christian Bale when he was about seventeen? I love this movie. You could even say it is my favorite movie. (I have a cousin who loves this movie because of me too. It's like the herpes of crappy musicals.) The thing for me is that it has more sentimental value at this point rather than being the best, most life-changing thing I have ever seen in my life. I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid. Hey, those of you that got to grow up in America had the goonies, us Missionary Kids had Newsies.

So there we go. More about me than any of you still care about. Now to pass this on to three people.

1. Sandra at Absolutely Narcissism. I think I gave her an award last time I gave one out but I can't remember and I also don't care. This lady is funny. She could write a he said/she said book on husband/wife interactions and make millions.

2. Lady Fromage at...well, Lady Fromage. She loves cheese. I love cheese. In fact, I am lactose intolerant and cheese is pretty much the only dairy I can eat so I have a fondness for it that is almost unnatural. Plus, she is a fellow Kansan and I think that is pretty sweet.

3. Corey at Wishing My Life Was A Musical...It Would Be The Best Musical Ever!!! I don't know if I got the name exactly right, but it's long and you can just follow the damn link. ...So follow it! His blog shows a depth that mine will never reach. One of the stipulations he has for himself is remaining uncensored in what he feels he needs to say and you've got to respect that. Plus he made magical buttons appear in the top right corner of my blog.

So there you have it. Five guilty pleasures, three people awarded, and one little monkey still jumping on  the bed.