Itchy Oh God Oh God

I have never in my life before been this ridiculously itchy and I don't know why I am but I just can't stop itching it started yesterday on my back before I went swimming and it spread and agh it wouldn't stop and then it did and this this morning I woke up and my back started to itch and I spent ten minutes scratching and showed mom and she said my back was red all over and looked like I had hives and went upstairs to get Benadryl still itching and came down then it stopped.

Then I took a Benadryl anyways just to be sure and ten minutes later my leg started itching and it still is and oh god this is ridiculous but it is an insane itch and you MUST SCRATCH IT OR THERE WILL BE DOOM.


Update: Those warning labels on Benadryl that say they cause drowsiness aren't kidding. I fell asleep around noon and am still tired. Soooo sleepyzzzzzzz.

Ridiculousness

I just spend a ridiculous amount of time fitting my new header picture to the frame. ENJOY IT Internets. Also, try not to stare at the ONE strand of hair that decides to go the opposite way it should in all of my photos. I never noticed it until I started editing pictures, and now it is always there. Taunting me.

Also ridiculous? Is how delicious my peanut butter cookies are (made with honey not brown sugar, rolled in granulated sugar, and then drizzled with semisweet chocolate). I lured a friend over here the other day by telling him how amazing my homemade brownies were. Mwahaha.

Twilight Confessions!

My name is Katie, and I am addicted to Twilight. *deep breath* (ducks flying rotten fruits and vegetables from Twi-haters). 

I swear I've heard all the arguments against Twilight! People say that it isn't well-written (it's a book for teens!) and that it shows an unhealthy teenage relationship (whatever. So many worse books out there. Yes, it may be different because these are so widely read, but honestly. Heathcliff, anyone?) also, Edward acts like a freaky obsessive stalker (no snarky comment here, I actually agree. Him staring at her sleeping without her knowing it freaks me out). 

HOWEVER, these books rock. I dare you to start reading it and then try to stop. (I couldn't. Read the first book at night when I should have been asleep, but I couldn't stop, I JUST HAD TO KNOW!) I also love the movie. My worst complaint is that the actor for Jacob Black is freaking only 17, and I wish he was 20. (Shh!) 

Even though I have all this love for the books, I actually cannot read them anymore. I had to stop myself from rereading them, because too much of the "Edward--so perfect! thoughtful! Adonis-like! Perrrfect!" comments by Bella and then start to read about their fantabulously perfect relationship (misunderstandings and evil vampires aside, these two worship each other), I start to get irrationally angry at Nick. Seriously. My fabulous, sweet, thoughtful boyfriend, because he is not as perfect as a fictional character. I have absolutely no basis for it, because I'm so happy with him, other than we are not in a book, and our lives are not perfect like Bella's and Edward's are. And because I realize I am ridiculous, I've cut myself off. 

 . . . well . . . . . .at least for a little while. 

Catch ya later, Twi-hards!

PS JACOB RULZ!

I Lurve It!

I am way too ridiculously excited about the changes I just made to my blog. A picture in my header (which took a while to figure out how to format), pictures in my sidebar . . . and NEW COLORS for my borders and blog title.

I've just been so bored with my blog, and too grumpy to write anything other than: (Ready? Here goes! Something new for you!) "Whine. Whine. Blah. Ahem. Whinewhinitywhinewhine." My blog explanation is "Laughing at life" and yet all I am doing is feeling sorry for myself.

So, obviously, my blog needed a makeover! (I do, too, but we will ignore that for now in favor of keeping the 70 dollars in my pocket instead of for my haircut).

To prove my upcoming hilarity, I give you "Katie Looking Ridiculous".

Here my cousin Jessie and I are at the Buchart Gardens, with big droopy flowers on our heads.


THIS is quite possibly my favorite picture of my uncle Scott. Also at Buchart Gardens. We had a mission: to try on a tea cozy like a hat. He completed his mission.


As you can see, I also did not fail the mission. (That's Aunt Lesley laughing hysterically at us).


And here I am, covered in flour, at my friend Jess's birthday five years ago. We baked a cake, baked a pizza, listened to loud music and for some weird, random, unknown reason, thought it would be funny to put flour all over our faces and take pictures. I won't show Kyla and Jessie's photo's . . .yet.


Jeez, I hope I even remember how to be funny. This is kind of pathetic.

PS Troy you must drop me a comment telling me about the awesomeness of my awesome blog's awesome new awesome stuff. Or. Else.