Friday, October 12, 2012

Too long i have

waited to tell the world anything. That's because there isn't much to tell.

I have been student teaching the world of Jr. High kids and so far i have learned:
  • Justin Bieber is "boss" with the boys, but they are not big fans of One Direction. Most girls, however, are big fans.
  • They consider music from the early 2000's to be, "old people music."
  • You spell awesome, awsum.
  • idk stands for I don't know.
  • they really will do anything for candy.
Here are some samples of the creative teenage mind:

I don't even know what this means...





so pure.





so pleasant.

Monday, July 16, 2012

I am usually a little behind

viral hip and happening stuff (just by saying hip and happening.... you know i'm slow)
but i saw this and laughed and laughed

Friday, June 22, 2012

I feel like i am really good

at typos.

Today while talking to my friend Josh i had this gem:
(talking about work during the week of the 4th of July)
Kajsia: So maybe we will have a party, you know, a party for freedom.
Josh: YEAH! WE ARE FREE TO DO THAT.
Kajsia: WE ARE!!!! I am actually listening to the Start Stapangled Banner right now.
pretend i spelled that that right.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

For those who have forgotten or don't know

I work at the front desk for a software company.

Today an employee comes to the front desk and asks me,
"Do we have any clear eyes?"

I looked at him like this:











and said, "Um.... why would we have that?"

He replied, "oh... i don't know."
I continued to look at him with that really attractive face until he said, "I guess i'll have to go out and get some," to which i added, "Yeah. Good plan."

Friday, June 15, 2012

I was looking through the most

recent Down East catalog and i noticed they had some weird photographs.

What's up with these? 
I feel like i can hear them giving the models directions:

"Look at your elbow." page 46
















"Look bored." page 14

and my personal favorite, 

"Look terrified." page 6

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Not much has been going on

aside from:











I wasn't the, "resident of the condos" mentioned above, but i am a resident of the condos.

And i am on the look out for this pervert.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

While sitting at dinner the other day

Mike says to me, "Whoa. Your hair is crazy."
Kajsia: Really?
Mike: It looks like you got electrocuted.
Kajsia: oh boy.

Boys always know exactly what to say
to make you feel really special.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Best Typo of the Day.

Today while chatting with my dear friend and co worker Josh, (about an upcoming convention where people from my work will attending and trying to sell our products) an amazing typo happened.

IM CONVERSATION
(starts with me saying how i am not attending the convention)

Kajsia: I never get to go to things like that, they should have me go though. I am a great sales person.
Josh: They definitely should.
Kajsia: I could see you toilet paper.
Josh: Did you mean, "I could SELL you toilet paper?"

Kajsia: No. I like it better see.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Are you bored?

Poor? Live in Utah?
Do you need something- anything to do that is free?

Look no further than the Orem Public Library!

Right now on display in the Rotunda (a sweet seating area on the outskirts of the library) are the awe-inspiring high contrast ink and charcoal yarn drawings done by ... me.

That's right. I have an art show! Whoo hoo.
With the help of 2 people much smarter than myself (The best teacher in the world: Tawni Shuler, and her intern: Larry) I took measurements, choose the order of the pieces, hung the pieces at approximately the same height (that's right, i had to do math), and adjusted the lights. It doesn't sound like much- but it took me a while. In the process i broke 1 frame and scored 2 cuts on my index finger, and i think i even broke a sweat.

Art is hard work.

Here is a little preview: 

This is the one that had the frame i broke.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I finally know why i'm

so crazy.

Misophonia. Ever heard of it? Well.
It's literally "hatred of sound."  Experiencing irritability from exposure of inoffensive sounds like breathing, chewing, humming, knuckle cracking. Basically, you want get upset at someone for being a person.

Um, yeah. that is me.
No offensive, but you being alive is annoying me.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

this will really satisfy my

sweet tooth.

















Because when you want some jelly bellies-
6 is the magical number.
I think i have mentioned before that at my work we have cupboards full of snacks for all to share and this is what someone left me with- along with my now broken heart.
Why would anyone just leave 6?

It feels like a slap in the face.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

You know you are crazy

when you're in a bathroom stall and someone comes in- and you have yet to accomplish your goal of going into the bathroom in the first place- and you leave.













You gather yourself and things and leave.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I haven't had anything amazing to say

lately.

But i did take a picture of a recent occurance.

The company I work for provides a catered lunch every Friday ( i know, we are lucky!)

This particular company sent over an employee to set up the spread of food (we were having Potato Bar- in case you are wondering) and this was the fun surprise we were left with.


Don't worry. We managed to still eat all the sour cream.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Who wants to learn about

Surrealism? EVERYONE!



This is what i do when i'm not sleeping or eating.
You know, homework.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Has anyone heard the paris hilton song

(and i use the word "song" ironically) Drunk Text?
I laughed the entire time.
It's that bad/good.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Look at this nice surprise i almost

stepped in in the target parking lot.
in in. that is confusing.


How long do you think this person was waiting in their car?
Why didn't they just go inside the store?
Why did they smoke so many cigarettes?
Why?
Why?
Why?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Monday, March 19, 2012

I would like to think that i am

not like my mother. Not because she is a bad person, but because i want to be considered my own person- a free thinker-without any influence from my mom.

But that just isn't possible is it? Unless you don't know your mother- and if that is the case... sorry or hooray!

My  mother has passed down her pet peeve to me. It has grown into a massive vindictive monster that makes me flare my nostrils (nasty) and roll my eyes whenever it presents its self.

Pet Peeve #4 Whistling.



Pet Peeve #5 Whistling while listening to your ipod.

I had to get specific because not only is whistling ALWAYS annoying, but it is especially annoying when I'm in my art class trying to create something amazing and there is some guy whistling in the corner while listening to his ipod.
Oh. i get it. So you don't have to listen to yourself and your mouth making hideous noises, but we all have to!
It makes me very angry. Very angry.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

what does your crap

say about you?















I think mine says that i am a crazy person who you don't want to mess with or i will drill into you...
or maybe-
it's just says that i have an artwork going into a show today (Woodbury Museum) and i need to attach hanging hooks and wire to the back of the frame.
boooooring.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

This morning:

IT Guy: Good morning.
Kajsia: Hola (said as the whitest person on the planet)
IT Guy: Are you ok?
Kajsia: um... yeah.
IT Guy: You seem a little off.
Kajsia: Um... no more than usual i guess?
IT GUY: Ok, but you just seem a little off today.




Friday, March 2, 2012

I've been thinking

is a cute background really necessary? Maybe i am sick of looking at the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over

Or maybe i just need to clean up my life and it is coming out in the need to get rid of all things that are frilly.....

and over and over and over and over and over and over

either way. I'm pretty sure this background has got to go.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Truest Song Ever.



Or at least in the top 10.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Going to the gym

is awful for all these reasons.
  1. You have to drive there.
  2. You have to change your clothes.
  3. It's stinky. I don't care how many fans are going- it ALWAYS stinks.
  4. There are those select few who stand by the drinking fountain and talk.
    GET OUT OF THE WAY. I'm thirsty. And what are you doing here anyways? If you want to talk, go home.
  5. You get sweaty.
  6. Other people see you sweaty.
  7. You could be doing something else like... eating.
    or watching tv.
    But the worst thing in the entire world about the gym:
  8. When someone (as luck would have it) using a machine directly in front of you has a gas problem and pollutes the air and makes your nostrils collapse so you can't breathe- which is pretty vital to staying alive.
That is why the gym = death.


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Instructions for Valentine's Day:

1. Cut out. 
2. Attach to candy.
3. Give to ... yourself. 

Monday, February 13, 2012

OH Whitney.



May your wise words live longer than you did.






Print this out. Put it on your walls. Never forget.




Monday, January 30, 2012

Everything sounds better when it's

said by a cat made up of 13 lines.


Friday, January 27, 2012

While Mike does this:


I do this:


Literally. 
He is running, sweating, and being active-while i am sitting on my keester thinking, "Ahh. this is the life."
Now, i don't want to say one is better than the other... but drawing is way better than indoor soccer. Way better- for all these reasons:
  1. You don't sweat when you draw.
  2. You don't run into people when you draw. You don't have to touch ANYONE.
    For this reason alone everyone should love to draw.
  3. You don't suffer injuries when you draw- unless you eat your graphite pencil and get lead poisoning... but i have never heard of that happening. 
  4. You don't get yelled at or feel the need to shout obscene commands to people, or suffer from bouts of delirious anger. Drawing is fun, and relaxing. If anything i find myself saying softly to myself, "I am so happy... so so so happy."
  5. No one feels sad after they finish a drawing- unlike in soccer: there is always a winner, and sadly- always a loser.
If you still like soccer better than drawing i guess that is ok. We can still be friends. But we will have to agree to disagree on this one.

Monday, January 23, 2012

I just needed a laugh today.

and this is where i found it.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

For those of you who don't know

I occasionally dabble in marketing and graphic design.
When I get a magazine- instead of my first reaction being to race toward my destiny of having, "Flat abs in 10 minutes a Day, " I now linger, taking in the glory of print ads.
Here is one that perplexed me.

The slogan is, "It's your chance, embrace it."
But-- why am I supposed to rush to the store to buy this product?
So I can have the same experience of hugging a massive glass bottle (that would be cold to the bare skin) in an awkward position-all while being wrapped up in fake flowers with a ribbon across my calves and a bow on my head? 
Perhaps I am showing my ignorance of popular hobbies or fantasies--as this may be a real "thing" that people do... or maybe it's just weird.

Yeah. I think it's just weird.

Monday, January 16, 2012

On friday Mike and I decided

to treat ourselves to a restaurant franchise meal.

We got to Applebee's around 6:20 and saw that much to our dismay, we weren't the only one's with a hankering for some nourishment.

We asked how long the wait would be-and decided it wasn't worth it.

We turned to exit the building exactly as an elderly woman stopped (what i can only assume) to take a rest from the treacherous stairs she had just descended and blocked the only way out.We patiently waited for her to once again move, and when there was an opening Mike expertly slipped through. I attempted to follow but I underestimated her girth and exhaustion, and was once again trapped and she turned and waited for the rest of her party.

The idea crossed my mind to simple say, "excuse me," and go on through, but as i was about to put my plan into action, she was joined by another female who attempted to say something to her, but was met with an ear perceiving, "WHAT?"

I decided it was best to just wait out the storm.
I saw the rest of her party yet to join her as an older gentleman started walking down the stairs to the right near the exit.
I turned and smiled to myself thinking, "Oh my, I might as well settle in for a bit," and put  my hands in my coat pockets.

Meanwhile-Mike was scared, alone, and freezing outside in the cold. He waited patiently for me and worried  to the core and asking himself , "What is going on in there? Will she be alright?" (He has yet to verify these were his thoughts, but i think i know him well enough to just assume)

Back inside I stood still smiling and thinking to myself, "Oh the delicacies i will have once i leave this establishment," until i was rudely interrupted by a gruff, "Stop your smiling girly! One day you'll be old and have to walk down stairs."
I was stunned by the abrasiveness of the old man and quickly and cleverly retorted, "ummmmmmmmmmmm," as he walked through the exit.

At least I was free from the hot loud torture chamber as i saw the old lady and behind my nemesis clear the doorway. Moving with the precision of a spider and smoothness of a snack, I quietly I followed their path. Once i reached the door to freedom i saw Mike glowing in the distance- a symbol of hope and delicious food which we soon would eat.
To my right i heard a slow and LOUD (i can only assume he or those around him may have been hard of hearing as all group members too were in the senior years of life) disapproving tone repeating my previous awkward encounter, "As we were leaving...... there was a girl laughing at me.... as i walked down the stairs....."
I could no longer stand for this slandering of my character!

I shouted, "I wasn't laughing at you!" The old man looked at me and continued on his story. "I said to her, 'Stop your---"
I walked to Mike's side and repeated, "I wasn't laughing at him! I wasn't."



Monday, January 9, 2012

Two posts in one day.

What a loser, right? Right.

But i just feel like i need to say that i started school again today.


Sniffle Sniffle.

Well.... this is what i've done

all day.


This is the winner!
I know. no one really cares.