mmm, spam.

I knew it would be a risk, I wanted the readers, now I pay the consequences. 

THIS BLOG HAS BEEN SPAMMED.

and I'm not very happy. it's screwed up my stats and lots of other stuff. it won't effect you, (I don't think) but freak. some people are sick. 

dear spammers,

get your pukish faces outta m' blog!

with love,

a very upset blogger.

There is only one person responsible for your happiness and she is reading this right now.

Being the opinionated young lady that I am, I apologize now for any controversy or offensiveness you may find in this post. I'm only speaking from experience and common sense, for heaven sake. I'm not afraid to speak my mind and for that I usually end up with a few enemies after I've opened my mouth. 

 

(or angry).  image via tumblr.

 

Girls, you need to know something. They aren't worth it. Boys. they're stupid and are just looking for "fun". I've had many friends come to me or I've heard of stories about that boy they've been crushing on but can't seem to make any advances with him. I've been there too. In fact, it isn't until about a month ago I decided they just aren't worth it. If you are below the age of 25, leave that part of life, {meaning boy/girl relationships} alone. There is so much to learn, so much of life to discover before you give your very young and naive heart to a stupid boy. And perhaps this will stir up arguments and maybe offend, but your hormones are like mini Frakensteins. They are Nature's sugarplums to make humans breed. You're not ready for a relationship that young, it's immature and will get you into trouble. If you think a boy can only make you happy, you're wrong. There is only one person responsible for your happiness and she is reading this right now. When you're ready, you'll find him. When are you ready? Answer: you're at least 25, you've been to Europe and you have a college degree. Simple enough. So, next time he walks around the corner, smiles at you, flirts, whatever it is that makes you swoon, step back and remember you still have till 25. And if he tries to do anything inappropriate slap him hard and say, "What sort of cod are you sir? I am a respectable maiden."

25 will come soon enough, ladies.

JB perfume is on my Christmas list. you'll find it at Macy's.

have a screamin' Black Friday.

thanksgiving is a lame excuse to over-eat.

 lots of things to be thankful for.

I'm thankful for...

- today. 

- pretty things.

- good friends. 

- fresh linen.

- composers like Beethoven and Handel.

- lots of pretty clothes to choose from.

- foxy singers like Barbra Streisand and Louis Armstrong.

- peoples' extraordinary minds and imaginations.

- spell check. I misspelled "extraordinary" and "imaginations" and then "misspelled". (dang it).

- authors like C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rolling and Jane Austen.

- flowers.

- people who make me laugh

- freedom. i'm free. not a prisoner nor a slave. but a free soul. beautiful.

- tumblr.com.

- the color pink.

- the girlies in my family. Grammie calls us her princesses.

- brothers. even though most the time they are unusually annoying. 

- me mum and the pops.

- the rest of my extended family.

- holidays. mostly Christmas.

- warm drinks like cocoa, tea and cider.

- packages in the mail.

- having the perfect dream.

- laughing so hard you almost pee your pants.

- my lovely readers.

- perfume.

- comfy socks.

- the snow.

- music schools.

- Jesus Christ.

- the ballet.

- music.

- GOD.

- and life.

a bit of avant-garde.

do you like the new look? oh do tell me, please! in my opinion I think I'm in love. However, if you (yes you, the one reading this) finds it to be completely intolerable, leave a comment. And if you love it, leave a comment as well. I want feedback. 

 

love

hate

confusing

refreshing

interesting

unique

blah

pretty

ugly

dreadful

strictly sensational

?

this is why I haven't a sweetheart.

image via tumblr.

do you believe?

Quietly I laid in my bed and began to think of a dream I'd like to have that night, (you know you do it too). I began to drift off and than a small voice says, "Are you looking?" I look over my shoulder and see my little sister staring at the window intently.


"Santa might come by tonight and I want to see him. Keep looking, he's close, I bet." 

"Santa?" I say, just as excited.

"Yeah! I think I just saw his elves. You see those little people outside the window? Those are elves."

some moments went when some light shone through our window. She giggled with delight as the shadows presented themselves in magical shapes. 

 image via tumblr.

 

"I think he's here! Santa is at our house! Oh, do you hear that? He's doing the dishes with mum and dad." 


That, my friends, is Christmas spirit. It's children like Sarah who give the umph to Christmas. I almost decided Christmas was going to be the let-down it has been for years. I had this conversation last night and knew otherwise that this Christmas is going to be delightful. 

I love Christmas with a passion and Sarah shares this passion with me. You often hear us belting Christmas carols together around the house. At night, we make ourselves a hot cup of chocolate or tea, put on warm socks and read a Christmas book together as we snuggle in a blanket. When everyone has gone to bed, we make "secret plans" as to how we're going to make Christmas the best. We hang Christmas lights for our room and share just-me-and-you traditions together. And sometimes, we quietly watch for Santa outside our window, because 'tis the season. 


Go outside sometime this season and watch for reindeer in the sky. Write a letter to Santa Claus. Play in the snow. Just believe. I dare you.

idiosyncratic. {i bet you use a dictionary}.

hi, I'm Kathryn. 

- I stretch too much. 

- I was diagnosed with the Bieber Fever. 

- I love pretty lace panties.

- I listen to Christmas music all year.

- I'm allergic to nuts, especially pistachios, baby peas, melon, fish, meat and milk.

- I use the words 'dope' and 'darling' too much.

- I flirt with the attractive waiters.

- I can't say the word 'abominable' and I can't spell it either. {thank you spell check}.

- I won't drink milk {lactose-free} if I can't sip it through a straw.

- Secretly I want to go to the premiere of Breaking Dawn. I swear Stephanie Meyer puts weed in those books, so addicting.

- I talk to myself aloud all of the time.

- I squeal like Paula Abdul when I see Christmas lights.

- I follow too many tumblr sites.
- I prefer to use { } instead of ( ), {but only for today}.

Quirk. That's me.

What makes you quirky m'friends?

snow would make this weekend perfect.

the girl you saw walking down the streets in black slippers, what looked to be a cup of hot chocolate in her hand (it was really lactose-free chocolate milk), and walking in zig-zags to step on the leaves as she walked down the sidewalk. that was me. 

I'm a little girl at heart - always.

wishing you a lovely weekend.

 the pretty weekend finds:

images via tumblr.

'unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.'

 

tumblr.

 isn't that darling?

and just because this little chap is the cutest thing...

tumblr.

h a p p y  w e d n e s d a y .

I love YOU.

tell me about yourself. i want to know who YOU are. you're already learning tons about yours truly and she would love to know about you. 

this question took me forever to answer. just ONE word? trust me, it's fun and you learn a lot about yourself in finding that word.

adventurous.

now it's your turn. leave a comment. (this is not a cry for comments, just a bit of fun). love ya lots.

oh, i love her.

In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.

— Zooey Deschanel.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

it's November and Christmas music is being played on the radio now. that makes me giddy. warm soup, hot drinks, heater, comfy socks, the flickering of a candle, and snow. yes, snow. it's the best time of the year and I'm loving every minute. have a warm November weekend.

the pretty weekend finds.

all images found via tumblr.

my friends are sweet (literally).

i don't think your friends could be as cool as mine. nope, don't even try to convince me that they are, because they're not. period. want to know why?  two words: CAKE WARS. (kind of sounds like star wars, no?) 'what is that?' you cake war virgins might be thinking. just know, where i come from cake = ammo. enough said. so go on, bake a cake and have a party. i dare you. i've never smelt so sweet in my life. trust me i didn't smell as filthy as i looked. also, i realized i don't usually post pictures of myself. and for those who don't know me, what a sad picture to post. i really am quite attractive. lovely, in fact. for those who do know me, dude, the cake in my hair is dope. i think i looked even a little sexy. my sexy cake face. sexy enough to walk into arby's and then to wal*mart. the looks, priceless. 'twas a good night.

we're a bunch.

da, da, da, da...

today is one of those days.

spilling your tea...twice. once on your hand, and then into your dresser drawer. thank you earl grey for ruining my eye shadow. feeling like a little girl. i hate grown up stuff but i hate feeling inadequate. cried and cried and cried. blasting the music so loud in the car that the vibrations kind of tickle, one of my favorite things. decided to nix the tea, and drink almond milk with chocolate syrup. did you know cow's milk makes me sick? allergic or not, almond milk is dope. letting my long, crazy thick curly locks hang loose. oh, you didn't know I have curly hair? indeed, I do.

hey blog stalkers, i know you're out there.

so I'm finally getting consistent blog views everyday. I've been working so hard to get that. and a shout out to Portugal. hey guys, i noticed you found my blog, (i have a stat counter. creepy, I know) and just wanted to say 'welcome.' I love my international readers. seriously, I love all my readers. (by the way, when you happen to drop by, do follow. leave a comment with your blog and I'd love to follow back. or just leave a comment saying 'hi' or whate'er. i love hearing what you have to say. thank you kindly). it's a dream of mine to have a large, consistent blog audience and it's finally happening. but now, and I'm hardly blogging?

what the crap.

busy week. crazy stuff happened. embarrassing even. stories and photo to be posted rapidly. stay tuned. this will not be something you'll want to miss