tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170842892011-07-29T02:55:34.921-05:00Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-26020261054667218592009-03-18T11:44:00.005-05:002009-03-18T12:06:13.604-05:00

Hey, Fox News, I don't watch you very often. Granted, I try not to watch cable news, period (because I don't want my brain matter to start dripping out of my tear ducts). But I needed a few news snippets for work and I paid you a visit. And you showed me this.Riddle me this: Why this is the front page of your site today during the prime net browsing hour of lunch o'clock? Cats wearing wigs and

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-62635559285988125492009-02-17T18:50:00.007-06:002009-02-17T20:16:47.590-06:00

I like to think that I am pretty polite. I never send food back. I never ask for a manager. So, I feel slightly bad about this.Last summer, a few of us went to Houlihan's for dinner on our way to play putt putt golf. The food was okay, but the service was pretty rotten. We asked that the menu items that had been forgotten be removed from the bill, and told the manager about the poor attitude of

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-28523436545537794322009-02-08T19:20:00.003-06:002009-02-15T23:03:46.428-06:00

I quit improv a week or two ago. Well, I quit the group I was in and I haven't been going to ComedyCity, so I am completely out of the scene. I simply can't handle improv right now, for a lot of reasons that extend beyond my comfort level of discussion for something that is broadcast on the internet. Just because I quit doesn't mean it's gone forever. It's like my English professor always said,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-68870188081748580312008-12-09T22:13:00.002-06:002008-12-09T22:46:37.228-06:00

When we moved into the "new" house, Kyle bought a fancy HDTV. I was moderately opposed to the idea, but he was persistent and did it all on his own, and there it was. He got a deal that came with a free XBox360, which I was convinced we didn't need. We have a Wii, which I can count as some form of exercise. Our new DVR is full of science and cultural shows, so I at least feel good about watching

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1584458096324476042008-11-28T10:52:00.006-06:002008-11-28T10:59:54.076-06:00

These postcards went out awhile ago. I of course forgot to send a few because I was missing addresses. Less than five months away, which sounds like a lot, but when I think that it's just on the other side of the winter, I realize its not. I have a dress. I have a reception venue. Need to book the church and you know, the legal aspect of the marriage. But it's on.And I made this:http://

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-76657673951623661012008-11-27T10:46:00.003-06:002008-11-27T11:09:27.802-06:00

This Thanksgiving, we're doing things a little different. I've gone back to St. Louis for the grand feast every year since I left for college. Now that I have a house of my own with a decent fenced backyard, my mom, sister, and the two dogs are goin' Kansas City way. I'm not sure how four humans and four animals will do in this small house, but hey, as long as the house doesn't explode, I will

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-82833895582445479532008-11-11T15:33:00.004-06:002008-11-27T11:10:33.196-06:00

So, I never got to finish my other cat story about Grover, and here I am, with another cat story. Today's my birthday. Hooray! Federal holiday, so no work for this kid. I got a kitten last year from Kyle's parents as a gift. And this year, what did I get? If you guessed a homeless cat, you're the winner!We've been having the "should we get another cat?" debate since we moved to our own place.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-64010941242202354822008-10-16T22:39:00.008-05:002008-10-17T09:35:48.868-05:00

Yesterday I completed a dream. After work, I took a little me time and grabbed a latte and a copy of the newspaper. I always annihilate the crappy old Star crossword puzzle, the Cryptoquip, the Word Jumble, and the anagram game but I usually can't do the New York Times crossword puzzle past a few on Wednesday. Monday? Oh, I rock it. Tuesday? I do well. Wednesday? I get a few. My Mom is a

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-24549732381985756382008-10-08T23:17:00.002-05:002008-10-08T23:30:41.896-05:00

I don't like to talk about politics. I shouldn't make fun of John McCain's physical appearance. Well, I guess I shouldn't mock the appearance of anyone, but especially not the elderly. Or you know, a real war hero.But, I have to say this. Watching the town hall style debate last night, all I could think about was the fact that John McCain moves like a robot. I know, war hero. Five and a half

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-69920720067005424332008-09-21T10:42:00.006-05:002008-09-21T14:24:41.667-05:00

This is our cat, Grover. It's absolutely ridiculous how much we love this small critter, but when you are light years away from having kids, you need something to talk to in a high-pitched voice. While we aren't here to watch Grover when we're at work, most of his big adventures include naps, snacks, and the occasional housefly. As Kyle says, his intelligence level is somewhere between a radish

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-42886531180003409612008-09-20T09:42:00.002-05:002008-09-20T10:02:33.849-05:00

I'm on steroids. Look out, I might get 'roid rage.Don't worry, they're legal, I promise. I had a massive, unexplained outbreak of hives all over my top half of my body. I have no idea what happened. I didn't eat anything unusual, hug a bum, or frollick in a field. Because it was 4:30 on a Friday when my epidermis exploded and I don't have a regular doctor (I have this thing against the paper

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-34491769190754322272008-09-20T09:12:00.003-05:002008-09-20T09:37:17.408-05:00

Oh, poor little neglected blog. I'm so sorry to have not visited in so long. Don't look at me like that. I was actually insanely busy.Whatever, you always say that. Everyone is busy.I know I always say that. But I've been cruisin' at the 11th setting for a month now. I went on my first ever business trip to Colorado. I meant to drop by last week, but I was too busy rocking the crap out of the KC

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-81403963696556496442008-07-11T17:39:00.003-05:002008-07-11T17:50:39.031-05:00

Today marks six months of working out. I only know this because my membership expired (I'm renewing). But I'm really proud of myself for sticking with it. I've gone three times a week every week for six months, which is a record for me. Yeah! I find myself craving a good run on the treadmill and the burn from a set of Sumo squats. Bad day at work? Run it off. The scale is still a jerk, but I feel

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-78293817478088921002008-07-07T12:41:00.006-05:002008-07-11T17:38:09.491-05:00

My mother was well-behaved and her KC visit was a big success. She really enjoyed seeing the city and meeting K's parents. We spent a lot of time just lounging around at the hotel, swimming, drinking, and shopping on The Plaza. Saturday was all buisiness, though. Mom offered to buy my wedding dress for me, which is awesome. I took the money that I was going to spend on a dress and used it for the

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-21681190658353857912008-07-01T09:42:00.006-05:002008-07-03T09:53:06.094-05:00

I've lived in Kansas City for seven years. As most of you know, I'm a born and raised St. Louisanne... er Louisan... a person from St. Louis. People often ask me why I chose to come to Kansas City, as if I am an Eastern European exchange student that drew the short straw and didn't get to live with a family in Manhattan. I'll gladly tell you that I wanted to attend a fine school, enriched with

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-80192003280739794472008-06-30T14:17:00.006-05:002008-07-03T13:10:49.426-05:00

So the June improv blog topic is regarding troupe name. Its officially July and I thought I didn't have anything important to say on the matter. And then I thought of linguistics, branding strategy and all of that over-analytical stuff. Non-improv readers probably have no interest naming an improv troupe and are encouraged to skip this post all together.If you have ever read the insanely

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-10388224266348538482008-06-13T09:13:00.006-05:002008-06-16T13:22:05.099-05:00

I'm back from Chicago. As the picture indicates, it was a very good time. It was mostly an improv-athon, but the bits of down time were very enjoyable. Tommy and I shared a delicious margarita at a great Mexican place in Bucktown.It was nice to just hang out with everyone from the group. Katie and I were the only girls on the trip, so that made things more interesting and fun. On Saturday, the

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-51533863423003673182008-06-05T09:23:00.003-05:002008-06-05T09:59:18.694-05:00

I'm headed to Chicago later today. I-A has been selected as an apprentice team at the Chicago Improv Festival. For all of you non-improv people, it's kind of like my band getting to play a side stage at Austin City Limits. (I don't have one, but if I did, it would be an all-girl, Sufjan-Stevens-style intellectual rock outfit called Cliterature). I'm excited for this great opportunity to intensely

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-76849623628645128842008-05-28T14:10:00.005-05:002008-05-29T08:55:34.027-05:00

Ten years ago today, Phil Hartman was murdered by his wife in one of the saddest Hollywood death stories of all time.I can't believe that it has been ten years! He was my favorite cast member as a kid, and I always enjoyed his voice work for the Simpsons. Oddly, once he died, I pretty much stopped watching both shows.To remember Phil, I wrote an article for mental_floss about him and the other

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-83444123647202342972008-05-28T13:23:00.004-05:002008-05-28T14:06:05.237-05:00

So the latest improv blog topic is about warm-up excercises. Last week, someone at rehearsal said that they wanted rehearsals to last longer and that we should do more warm ups. I gave the stink eye so hard it started to twitch. In general, I find warm up games to be repetitive and pretty lame.My opinion is probably atypical because I come from a primary improv envioronment involving a large

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-90407609950481461812008-05-26T21:41:00.004-05:002008-05-29T09:15:17.444-05:00

Kyle and I went back to St. Louis to visit my mom and sister for the first time since Christmas. We had all these grand plans to call old friends, eat at specific fast food spots, and visit some attractions. With the highway closed and so much family time to make up, we really didn't get a chance to do any of that. We did escape for a few beers at a bar. There's a great old-fashioned pub in the

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-57409945023623913392008-05-10T13:27:00.004-05:002008-05-10T13:32:00.520-05:00

My latest article is up on mental_floss. If you would be so kind as to click the link, maybe Buzz it Up on Yahoo (click the button in the top right corner) or Digg it, that would be wonderful.The article is about famous streets in America. Some you have heard of others, probably not. I wrote it months ago, but due to site reformatting, server upgrades, etc. there has been a delay. So, help me out

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-3895102560212130812008-05-06T08:59:00.004-05:002008-05-06T10:39:23.456-05:00

I'm not a runner. Never have been, never will be. I'm a big fan of cardio excercise, I just can't take the impact and monotony of running. Yesterday, the idea of climbing on an elliptical machine for an hour made me think that all time would stop. So, I decided to try a class. The only one that sounded interesting and worked into my schedule was a boxing class. So... I decided to box.I thought I

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-19190535110798208242008-04-28T10:40:00.004-05:002008-04-29T11:16:27.256-05:00

My mom is a great shopper. She lives for sales, clearances, and discount stores - she is a professional bargain hunter. As a result of my never-ending voyages to suburban discount stores, she has ingrained in me the value of a dollar, and how to get a dollar back by returning an item once it has been further discounted. As an adult, I can't pay full price for anything besides food. Perhaps the

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-38318095786720410632008-04-12T14:27:00.003-05:002008-04-12T15:26:24.782-05:00

Counter Clockwise is involved in a really neat project at the flagship Screenland theater where they get to perform live Mystery Science Theater style roasts of really awful movies. This month it was the extremely dated Hackers. It sold out, and everyone at the show seemed to have a great time. I love that there are places like Screenland in Kansas City, great decor, cheap drinks, and comfortable

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-9587907256183063792008-04-11T10:32:00.000-05:002008-04-12T14:27:39.882-05:00

Never have I been the girl who planned her dream wedding, so this whole being engaged thing is quite a trip for me. Once the stars cleared from my eyes and I was able to catch my breath after the first weekend of being engaged, I dove in. People have been giving me tons of advice, and many more asking the date (not for sure just yet). I have spreadsheets, a separate folder of Internet bookmarks

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-16754982693878720472008-04-03T09:26:00.007-05:002008-04-03T13:40:12.537-05:00

Last night I attended a rock show of White Rabbits, The Walkmen, and Spoon three bands I know and love. According to the marquee, it was "An Intimate Evening with" the three bands, but any sold out show at The Uptown is intimate because you are inevitably violating your own boundaries of personal space. Here's my review and rant about my experiences.The show was sponsored by Camel, which meant

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-9608023606929787102008-03-31T00:16:00.008-05:002008-03-31T12:38:15.163-05:00

Tomorrow, April 1st, marks the two-year anniversary of my first "performance"* with Improv-Abilities. On an unrelated note, many of the Kansas City improv bloggers have agreed to devote one post to the best and worst aspects of the local improv scene. I feel that I can justify participating in this discussion because I have officially hit the golden marker, a very small number when compared to

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-8050524089795628262008-03-25T10:39:00.007-05:002008-03-25T11:41:33.286-05:00

I've decided that I will discuss my health every few months when I need a kick in the ass. It's a healthy thing to do blah, blah, blah, its a great chance to poke fun at myself and get me motivated. Please don't mock my title, I promise to come up with something better. So this whole diet and excercise thing... its not easy. It is time-consuming, money-consuming, and frustrating. And thats on a

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-75189236827460917652008-03-19T11:28:00.006-05:002008-03-19T11:41:35.370-05:00

30!Originally uploaded by o-line Friday night, we decided to stay in and watch basketball rather than go to a crowded bar and spend a lot of money. I made some bar food at home; mini-burgers, potato skins and chicken wings. My very first job was as a cook in a bar, where I learned how to make some pretty amazing wings that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I prep with a rub of

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-29680386475288599852008-03-12T10:25:00.004-05:002008-03-12T10:40:37.442-05:00

Usually I can't remember song titles. My favorite songs become known as "track seven" or some mondegreen of the lyrics sung with a completely off melody. The exception to this rule: I always remember Wilco song titles. This might be caused by my recent listening obsession with them at work (all of their albums stream from their web site for free). But really, I think its because Wilco has some of

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-4242889982850029022008-03-08T16:25:00.005-06:002008-03-08T16:57:12.786-06:00

Improv-Abilities get a lot of strange offers and requests from people. Help with engagements, acting gigs, commercials, you name it. Last summer, we got an e-mail from a San Francisco company that runs the Go Game, a highly structured scavenger hunt with super powered cell phones. At the time, I wasn't working, so I signed up for some easy money. Little did I know that the stories are far more

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-8414903566792811712008-03-02T22:49:00.004-06:002008-03-02T23:40:10.003-06:00

Kyle and I are officially engaged, and our faces hurt from smiling so much. We've spent the entire weekend celebrating with friends and family, and all of the excitement is exhausting.Saturday was our year and a half anniversary, and we were planning on having a big weekend celebrating that. Friday was Leap Day, and he asked if I wanted to kick off the weekend by eating at Lulu's, a great casual

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-53557603705253814502008-02-28T08:57:00.004-06:002008-02-28T09:40:45.036-06:00

Last night I had my first encounter with performing in a legitimate comedy club. Improv-Abilities has a weekly gig at Famous Johnny's Comedy Club out in Johnson County, and it was my turn in the rotation to take the stage. I don't think that the crowd is used to or knows a lot about improv comedy, so the owner had two stand-up comedians warm up the crowd.There's a very strange, unspoken rivalry

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-950901756094366002008-02-18T15:27:00.004-06:002008-02-18T15:40:06.585-06:00

The article I wrote about famous trademarked phrases for mental_floss was published on CNN.com on Friday. It was placed in the Living category, a section devoted entirely to random articles people probably read at work. Last night April discovered that it was on the front page. Crazy! Plus, one of the links embedded in the story points to my article on Advergames, so that is getting a few more

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-76582127909956777332008-02-15T12:51:00.004-06:002008-02-15T12:56:04.283-06:00

Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Kyle was very sick and I had writing and scorekeeping duties at trivia, so we didn't do much to celebrate other than pass out exhausted at 10:30. Oh, and he gave me tulips (my favorite). Thanks, darling!Anyway, I mentioned these e-cards to a few people yesterday. If you haven't already, I recommend sending out a someecard greeting to someone you know with a good

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-55571605220520909202008-02-15T10:45:00.004-06:002008-02-18T15:40:35.825-06:00

For the past two years, I've co-hosted a Brown Sweaters and Red Carpet party for the Oscars. Its a wonderful, tacky tradition. Basic premise: wear an ugly sweater, drink some cheap wine, eat some low-class finger foods, make fun of the celebrities, and pick the Oscar winners. This year I find myself short on furniture suitable for entertaining guests, so the location has not been decided upon at

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-21135749335728344122008-02-13T22:08:00.004-06:002008-02-13T22:15:36.503-06:00

The WGA strike is over! Writers get most of what they wanted, and now I can watch The Office and 30 Rock online over the weekends without guilt. Win/win.Maybe I'm just used to a writerless world, but I've really been enjoying the strike era of Late Night with Conan O'Brien. His monologes and pre-guest sketches have been innovative and hilarious. I miss Pimpbot and all of my other favorite

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-51082987444857992272008-02-08T12:09:00.001-06:002008-02-08T12:12:28.417-06:00

Ow.Originally uploaded by o-line As a person that struggles with their weight, I have a really hard time looking at pictures of myself. I've tried lots of different angles and burrying myself in a group to minimize double chin and thigh-arm complexes with few satisfactory results. The only successful technique I have discovered is to make the goofiest face possible (see Exhibit A).Hence my

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-60182900807030791552008-02-07T20:47:00.000-06:002008-02-08T15:55:33.057-06:00

In order to improve myself, I started working out at a new gym, and I'm taking it very seriously. The old Y just wasn't cutting it for me; I hated the ogling meatheads, the children running all over the excercise equipment, the flourescent lights, and gross locker room. I found a great gym with personal bathrooms, classes, and its a meathead-free place (does that make it vegetarian?). My

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-52358060837978620092008-02-05T22:21:00.000-06:002008-02-05T22:41:37.875-06:00

Dear Missouri Weather.Thank you for an unseasonably warm day yesterday. Regretablly, it was a Monday and I was stuck at work all day, but it was very exhilirating to walk outside without a coat and to drive with all of my windows rolled down. And last Monday, that was great too. These glimpses of the glorious spring weather yet to come bring me such joy.That said, I'd like to discuss some of

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-48713770037965378492008-02-04T23:01:00.000-06:002008-02-04T23:17:00.420-06:00

First of all, things are going really well for me, aside from my recent DMV going experience. Here's the best example of new developments in my life.Kyle and I have been obsessed with mental_floss magazine for quite some time. I even got him a subscription for Christmas. We check the website daily. Its a fantastic publication, if you have not had a chance to check it out. Do it now.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-52363476165830277402008-02-02T12:14:00.000-06:002008-02-03T17:11:38.776-06:00

Scientific fact: no one likes going to the DMV. After extensive research, I have come to this surprising conclusion.The people who work there are extremely irritable, unpleasant, and give off an aura that to the trained eye says, like a wolf with its paw in a steel bear trap "please kill me now". Further proof lies in the expressions on the faces of the trolls of society standing in line,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-28871895288405012312008-01-08T23:30:00.001-06:002008-01-09T01:10:22.494-06:00

Rather than attempt to catch up on my life, here is a list of my favorite things in 2007. Why 6 things? Because five is too few and ten is too much effort.Albums1. LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver2. The National - Boxer3. Menomena - Friend or Foe4. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga5. Okkervil River - The Stage Names6. Arcade Fire - Neon BibleMovies1. Michael Clayton2. Juno3. Once4. Darjrrling Limited5.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-69913386877142348942007-08-10T17:41:00.000-05:002007-08-10T18:19:09.402-05:00

I have always had an affinity for gas station accoutrement; kitchy lighters, magnets, beer koozies, you name it. I love trashy stuff, what can I say? But I might have hit the jackpot with my latest finds.Back in May, my boyfriend and I stopped in Warrenton, Mo, a city that consists of nothing but truck stops and outlet retailers. As much as I would like a four dollar Gap shirt that inexplicably

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-2432747197396973612007-08-07T16:21:00.000-05:002007-08-07T16:34:14.821-05:00

So I haven't had a job for a few weeks now, which is awesome. When I left my job, I was given quite a bit of vacation and back pay, so I haven't exactly been in a rush to start a new job. Still, I had all of this stuff that I wanted to get done. Stuff around the house, new routines, road trips, etc. And, I really haven't done any of it.What have I been doing for the past month? Basically, looking

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-71050068741207030092007-03-28T18:33:00.000-05:002007-08-10T17:37:56.292-05:00

The Kansas City Improv Festival kicked off last weekend. I must say it was a rousing success, no matter what The Pitch wants you to believe. Improv-Abilities had a great, innovative set that was a smash with the audience. Now comes the national showcase weekend, full of classes for me. I started improv a year agoI'm still training for that 5k I promised myself I would do. I have a new gym right

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-44193660149322241642007-01-15T11:08:00.000-06:002007-01-15T11:24:19.463-06:00

So I'm getting really tired of this being out of shape business. I've tried, more times than I care to count, to commit to going to the gym x-times a week, afterall, I'm paying for it. I'll be really serious about it for... oh... a week... maybe two. Then I let all of the other things in my life get in the way of what I should really be worried about: my health.Honestly, when I go to the gym, I

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1165216791095186082006-12-04T01:13:00.000-06:002006-12-04T01:19:51.116-06:00

Part of the fun of living with your best friends is that you can have fun doing just about anything. Like playing with the ridiculous icicles that have formed on the front of your house.Yes, winter made a hell of an entrance last week. Tuesday's high was around 70, Wednesday it iced all day. Thursday dumped a hearty amount of snow. I've come to terms with the weather, I no longer mind the snow,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1163570297461270982006-11-14T23:54:00.000-06:002007-08-10T17:36:33.725-05:00

Another birthday has passed. This was a particularly good one, even though 24 is not a particularly eventful or significant age marker.Thanks to everyone who came to the party, and congratulations to the champions who made it until eight in the morning. And thanks to the ass clown who got purple frosting all over the wall. I prefer the natural green color, but thanks for the redecorating tip. The

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1163569997438475692006-11-09T23:47:00.000-06:002006-11-14T23:58:32.540-06:00

I performed my civic duty and voted for the first time in person (all previous attempts were absentee). I felt a great deal of satisfaction as my ballot was sucked into the magical machine and I peeled my oval "I voted" sticker off. Yes, democracy in action.And yeah, I'm pretty happy about all of the changes in power, not simply because of my political views, but also change is good. Its what

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1160902106186043212006-10-15T03:33:00.000-05:002006-10-15T03:53:26.830-05:00

So I don't update this thing as much as I should. My apologies.Last time I wrote, I was homeless. That is no longer the case. I've moved into a delightful new home and now find myself wrapped up with the intricacies of moving, settling, and hottub sitting.Honestly, I've never been happier. I live with some wonderful people. One of which I have known since I was twelve. One I have known since I

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1156717724966000332006-08-27T17:21:00.000-05:002006-08-27T17:30:07.950-05:00

Being homeless isn't really so bad afterall.Actually, everyone's overly nice and accomidating towards you (if they don't punch you in the arm after saying that). The outpour of help and generosity has been impressive and so far, I have not found myself sleeping on a bench, in my car, or beneath my desk at work. Only five more nights until I am joyfully reunited with my bed. I have big plans

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1155979588826179042006-08-19T04:22:00.000-05:002006-08-19T04:26:28.836-05:00

Last night in the house. See you on the flip side of homelessness when my arms aren't so terribly exhausted.Tonight I recieved a sincere and well deserved apology, and it felt nice. I'm pretty sure said person is reading this, so I'll go ahead and just say thanks. i feel a lot better. Apology accepted, you self-admitted asshole. I will miss being neighbors. Sort of...Tomorrow is improv auditions,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1155607789051622332006-08-14T21:03:00.000-05:002006-08-14T21:09:49.076-05:00

We had our last party at our famous house Saturday night. It was a doosey, as they tend to be. Unlike our 80's party, this was mostly people we knew and trusted (with a few exceptions of course).Its sad to say that its the last one. In attendance were many new friends who had never experienced our magical porch. Drinking and dancing go very well together.The theme was homelessness, since Katie

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1155102028277768362006-08-09T00:30:00.000-05:002006-08-09T00:40:54.803-05:00

Living half way in boxes is not fun! And only having a few DVDs to watch and no books makes it worse. The house looks rather depressing. One roommate has moved out aready, so there's an empty bedroom and then boxes everywhere else. Weird.I guess I haven't been home a lot lately to notice all of these changes, but theyre starting to get to me. This was the first weekend that I've been home to even

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1154735964646545442006-08-04T18:55:00.000-05:002006-08-04T19:21:59.516-05:00

What a week indeed.I left last Friday for Chicago to help my friend April move in with me and two others into a historic mansion. As any realtor will tell you, "historic" is a euphemism for "run down money pit and death trap."There are things that I can live with, and as I discovered when I arrived with a moving truck Monday morning, things I cannot live with. Wires hanging out from the wall,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1154737213211457672006-08-03T21:18:00.000-05:002006-08-04T19:20:13.213-05:00

I'd like to point out that my comments about Mel Gibson being bat shit crazy were made the day before his well-documented arrest and hateful rant. I'd say I predicted it, but I would hate to rub it in.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1154737581908330582006-07-30T03:02:00.000-05:002006-08-04T19:26:21.910-05:00

Its been awhile since I've had a crush on a guy. This one is nice. Completely under control and on a fellow who is pretty together and with it, and maybe, might reciprocate my affections (for once).Timing!I'm not writing his name in my notebook or anything. But yeah, I go out of my way to run into him when I can. Ahhh. Its nice to dream.And if nothing happens, I'm okay with that (also for once).

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1154012098146275242006-07-27T09:52:00.000-05:002006-07-27T09:54:58.156-05:00

Just watched Lethal Weapon in its entirety for the first time. I've seen it in segments over the years. My conclusion: Mel Gibson is the only guy who can pull off a mullet, and thats because he's Australian. And, as an added bonus, now completely batshit crazy.Why did I watch it?Cable is gone. Tired of my DVDs. Someone brings over a movie, I'll watch it regardless.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1153805938443874472006-07-24T23:26:00.000-05:002006-07-25T00:41:33.296-05:00

I think I first realized that I was an adult while in the grocery store a few years ago. While staring at my empty cart and countless freezer compartments of ice cream. I remember thinking "I really could eat nothing but ice cream if I really wanted to." After all, it was my body, my money, and my decision. Instead, I wisely opted for frozen vegetables, yogurts, and other marginally healthy foods

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1153505396649541142006-07-21T12:59:00.000-05:002006-07-21T13:09:56.683-05:00

I made my escape to St. Louis, check up on the family, eat some good food.... and then the storm of the decade errupted as I arrived. Half the city is without power. We lost ours, and thankfully it has returned. Still, a lot of my favorite haunts are shut down, making it even harder for me to find something to do here.Here's the family update:My mom is still drinking boxed wine. It's not even

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1153108172022494622006-07-16T22:36:00.000-05:002006-07-16T22:49:32.036-05:00

I've gotten all of the sentimental moving out of the way, you know, the pictures, scrapbook materials, etc that always take forever to go through. I had a lot of pictures of exes that needed to get thrown out. I saved a few, of course, but the really badly framed ones went to the landfill.Now its into the actual hardcore packing. I always seem to play dress up when I pack - I find a had or a

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1153081343430248332006-07-15T03:11:00.000-05:002006-07-16T15:22:59.496-05:00

Yeah. All right, I haven't been posting lately. I've started many a post, and then I abandon it like a baby on a doorstep. This week especially, I've been in such an odd mood, like the walls of this city are closing in on me and my life here is nothing more than a moebius.This weekend, I strived to do new things, hang out with different people and avoid the same haunts. While refreshing, I feel

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1151175169427235042006-06-24T13:51:00.000-05:002006-06-24T13:52:49.440-05:00

I'm always losing that damn thing. I need a locator remote for it.Oh, wait. There it is. How does it keep winding up over there in the gutter?

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150950101969797042006-06-21T23:20:00.000-05:002006-06-21T23:21:41.980-05:00

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150949252438948492006-06-21T22:55:00.000-05:002006-06-21T23:07:32.450-05:00

What? Where the hell has June gone?Well, I didn't make a stoke factor section for this month yet, probably because my topsy-turvy world defies time and space. Here's what I'm currently amped about:MusicGnarls Barkley: Clever name, great costumes, catchy beats... there's nothing wrong with this. One of the few Billboard artists I will endorse.Clap Your Hands Say Yeah: Had this one for awhile but

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150687939116355082006-06-18T21:44:00.000-05:002006-06-24T13:55:12.970-05:00

I have found singles Hell, and it is American Bandstand. Numerous people have told me that it is actually America's Pub in Westport, but I haven't yet ventured into that abyss. Generally, I am opposed to bars with long lines to get in... because its just a bar. Regardless, AB is a people watcher's dream, they should sell cotton candy.If Buzzard Beach is The Parade, then this place is certainly

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150260952246091522006-06-13T23:52:00.000-05:002006-06-13T23:55:58.913-05:00

Oh, and the job thing worked itself out in the eleventh hour. A lot of people pulled strings and went to bat for me, which I am very thankful for. I will be much happier and relaxed in my new role, all while keeping my benefits and vacation days (and computer).Also, the housing situation is resolved.So, lets review what is now going right in my life"CareerHousingSocial life [sans boys]Excellent.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150259585089894012006-06-13T23:16:00.000-05:002006-06-13T23:33:05.113-05:00

Last night, famed author Chuck Palahniuk (Choke, Survivor, Fight Club) came to town to promote the paperback version of his latest effort, Haunted. However, he was not blatantly whoring himself out to sell this or any of his other books, it was more of a storytelling, prize-giving, funfest. He read an unpublished story "Mr. Elegant" as well as a plethora of disturbng antecdotes he has experienced

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1150135425535733852006-06-12T13:02:00.000-05:002006-06-12T13:03:45.560-05:00

I will learn my fate by the end of the day.... the suspense is... well, not killing me. Honestly, I'm ready for it to be over, and either way, I'll be OK.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1149922000275366012006-06-10T01:36:00.000-05:002006-06-10T01:49:29.626-05:00

My improv debut is tomorrow evening. I hope at least a few people come out to cheer me on. I'm not really nervous, I guess since rehearsal has been a major part of my weekly regimen for the past few months, but I am anxious.I haven't performed in front of a large crowd in five years, and back then it was scripted. Then again, if I can stand on a milk crate and preach apathy to complete strangers,

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1149754653263098462006-06-08T03:13:00.000-05:002006-06-08T03:17:33.276-05:00

Can't sleep. No, its not because the clowns will eat me. I was foolish and indulged in a nap earlier.Plus, so much of my life is up in the air right now. Where I will work, where I will live, what I will do. Its bad news.Every time I think that I have things figured out, something goes awry in a major way. The uncertainty of life is the only certainty. I would just like a normal week where I

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1149476313027837192006-06-04T21:43:00.000-05:002006-06-04T21:58:33.066-05:00

So... I might not have a job or this computer by the end of the week.... Frightening indeed. I'm sure that this dramatic turn of events has you quite concerned and raises several questions, which I am prepared to answer.What are you going to do, Caroline?I don't know. I have some severance pay and savings to mull it over I guess. I have started applying for jobs. I will be very bored until new

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1149472601498239622006-06-04T19:32:00.000-05:002006-06-04T20:57:51.163-05:00

I've been making it a habit to see a movie every Sunday for the past few weeks. Here are my reviews in two sentences.The Notorious Bettie PageGreat if you like staring at hot, completely naked emo-looking girls. Bad if you like a story that you can really grab onto.X-Men 3Great if you like stuff gettin' blow'd up and wicked super powers. Rotten if you actually cared about the comics and

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148865112224803272006-05-28T19:52:00.000-05:002006-05-28T20:11:57.870-05:00

The funny thing about the internet is that there is no invisibility cloak. If you disclose it, someone will find it, and chances are, you really won't know who finds these things out about you. Its creepy, really. Anyway, mySpace is the creepiest site ever. My addiction has led me to look up the most random people and find out some very alarming and hilarious things.Example: An important person

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148861529439483352006-05-28T18:58:00.000-05:002006-05-28T19:19:11.236-05:00

This is the ugliest bike ever made. And it belongs to me. As you can see, it needs a lot of work and probably a new coat of paint. I plan on making this beast one of my summer projects (yes, summer is really here). I know I won't wind up with a completely pimped out bike like the kids all seem to have, but I will have a sweet gas free way to get to and from the coffeeshop. And by the time I get

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148522495438345872006-05-24T20:52:00.000-05:002006-05-24T21:01:35.453-05:00

Conclusion after living with a cat for roughly a year:If you are ever feeling lazy or self-conscious, do not start working out. No. Seriously, get a cat. Not a kitten, a cat. Unless you are the thousand pound man who needs a crane to get out of your house, you will feel twenty times more active by comparison.Even the sveltest of cats looks like a lard ass when splayed across the floor. And cats

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148448151143708632006-05-24T00:13:00.000-05:002006-05-24T00:22:31.146-05:00

Adding "What am I going to do for money?" to the already troublesome list of looming life questions such as "What is the meaning of my life?" and "What am I doing with my life" has spawned an official existential crisis.I do not use this phrase lightly or for the sake of drama, unlike many pop-culture sources. Currently, my mind is spiraling into a drastic spiral of overwhelming concepts at any

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148447293879534532006-05-24T00:04:00.000-05:002006-05-24T00:23:08.136-05:00

Maritime - We The PeopleI am obsessed with this album, I highly recommend it. I will gladly make you a copy or let you listen to it in my car.This is the second album for this band, composed of former members of The Promise Ring and Dismemberment Plan. If you're thinking emo, you're thinking wrong. So far its my pick for album of the year.The cover kind of freaks me out a little bit, but I can

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1148360367019417012006-05-22T23:58:00.000-05:002006-05-22T23:59:27.033-05:00

Here in Kansas City, the bars stay open until 3 in Westport, the central drinking district, and by 1:45 those still out are quite a spectacle. Buzzard Beach is the dressed down dive bar and known as the official last call destination since they give two last calls; one for drinks, and one for shots. While most bars have everyone out by twenty til, Buzzard keeps the "slippery nipples" coming.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1147838893407736842006-05-16T23:04:00.000-05:002006-05-16T23:08:13.406-05:00

If I haven't already sent you this link, please check it out. Improv-Abilities went down and preached it like it is a few weeks ago. As expected, hilarity did in fact ensue. I've taken up enough webspace with my thoughts on the matter at the link, so read and enjoy!Papa Don't Preach And if you haven't been to an Improv-Abilities show yet you clearly:a.) have no sense of humorb.) are only

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1147838575104211452006-05-16T22:57:00.000-05:002006-05-16T23:02:55.116-05:00

A rough week led to a fantastic long weekend. In between my trivia and jukebox roulette winning, I managed to fly kites, go hardcore garage sale shopping (yeah Thriller on vinyl!), attend two graduation ceremonies, a writers' reading, eat some good meals, and crew an improv show. Taking Friday off definitely helped.Having fun can be expensive though. While kite flying and scrabble playing are

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1147234453283088002006-05-09T23:00:00.000-05:002006-05-09T23:14:13.316-05:00

Today was rough...However, I would really like to thank my friends for being there and being supportive and mostly just listening and not throwing a lot of proverbs and crock advice at me. My parents have actually been pretty supportive and understanding of the mess that I have become. Life has become a raging thunderstorm for me in the past two days, and I'm locked out of my apartment without an

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1146961168794769812006-05-06T18:32:00.000-05:002006-05-06T19:58:12.133-05:00

Ah, yes prom season is here. That magical time of year when young adults cross the threshhold into maturity by doing such grown-up things as dressing formally, chugging nine yard beers, vomitting an expensive dinner all over a limo, dancing in a sexually suggestive fashion, and then passing out in Mom's blue-ribbon azalea bushes.Each year many elegantly clad metro youth gather around the large

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1146711343627754902006-05-03T21:17:00.000-05:002006-05-03T23:07:18.343-05:00

The May Hype ListA new feature for my blog for a new month. Here I will discuss my newfound favorite things. By the way, this is the worst HTML generator ever. View the source on this crap. I can't do anything about it either, it just regenerates itself. The span tags are breeding!!!General -Productivity: I've been knocking things off mytodo list, whether for work, errands, finances, social

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1146110904522621252006-04-26T22:36:00.000-05:002006-04-26T23:32:09.596-05:00

Kind of funny, my dad called me today, which is not completely unheard of, but the timing and his voicemail were rather striking. We've been playing phone tag for about a month now, and his last effort on Sunday he sounded pretty worn out and miserable.Though my dad wasn't around much, our relationship has been tumultuous and inconsistinent throughout the years, we've gotten a lot better over the

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1145936739486470802006-04-24T22:42:00.000-05:002006-04-24T22:54:38.370-05:00

For sometime now we have had birds attacking and burrowing in our elegant lanterns along the perimeter of our famous porch. At first the initial fright of a winged beast bolting from one of the orbs was just an annoyance. When they began to poo and peck all over the lanterns, it became a bother. Their reign of terror is no longer a winter occupation. Several of the fragile lanterns have

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1145851682669318122006-04-23T22:52:00.000-05:002006-04-23T23:16:09.543-05:00

I mentioned a few posts ago that I cut my hair. Free of charge. In a bar. And as I mentioned in my post last night, it seems that I have become a filthy scenster. Here's more proof.Here's a write up of that party in the faux-hipster weekly magazine, The Pitch. Focus on the fourth paragraph. The pictures are also a fair representation of the wildness that was the party.http://www.pitch.com/Issues

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1145779866466128112006-04-23T02:57:00.000-05:002006-04-23T17:28:29.293-05:00

I don't know when it is that I became an official KC scenster, but I believe it has happened and I'm not entirely sure what to make of it.I ran away to St. Louis last weekend to escape all of this, and now, here I am up to he same old tricks and routines.I do like that tonight and last night I went out with people that I don't normally hang out with. Lately I have felt like I have put a lot of my

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1145159397098868612006-04-15T22:41:00.000-05:002006-04-15T22:49:57.116-05:00

I have become a bit of a party monster as of late. A few weekends of staying out until the sun comes up isn't exactly healthy, but definitely makes for some good stories. Its a Saturday night, and like the night before, I am hiding out at my mom's house in St. Louis. Its pretty tame and boring, but probably what I need. Also, I haven't been here since Christmas. Now I remember why.Life has been

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1145159525864257242006-04-14T19:37:00.000-05:002006-04-15T22:52:05.866-05:00

Improv in action. Check it out:http://kcimprov.com/missions/01.php

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Last night was my first official improv practice, and I had a blast. I think I did pretty well as a first timer. Already, I'm involved in one of our official schenanigans (which will remain completely secret until Sunday, or until I get really drunk and blab it).In one sketch I was the "Hand Fairy" and came to give money for a severed hand. Overall, I felt pretty confident in my improv abilities

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This is why I never eat breakfast (that and I'm not hungry in the morning):Breakfasting on ValvolineI try not to think too much about such things, but its a valid point.I'm writing a story about someone who turns into a paranoid hermitt vegan. Should be a laugh riot.

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1143519454930576602006-03-27T21:54:00.000-06:002006-03-27T22:17:34.960-06:00

Caroline Reviews Food:White Castle Frozen Hamburgers / CheeseburgersHigh taxes aren't the only thing I dislike about Kansas City. Frankly, the variety of fast food is much more limited than my home town of St. Louis. Jack in The Box, Lion's Choice, Del Taco, Chik Filet, and White Castle simply do not exist over here. There are a few Steak 'n Shakes, thankfully, and toasted ravioli has also

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"Have you ever transcended space and time?""Yes. No. Uh, time, not space... No, I don't know what you're talking about."Thats kind of how I feel lately. The seconds pass slowly and the days go flying by. There must be a vortex somewhere under my radiator. I guess I've been very socially active as of late. I guess the last night I stayed in was Monday (its Sunday now). Geez. That's not good.Matt

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1142156980845356122006-03-12T03:41:00.000-06:002006-03-12T03:49:40.873-06:00

Yes I am bad and horrible and I don't update often enough. Sorry. It's just where my life has taken me lately. Here's a brief, cryptic update.Work might be okay. We'll see.Friends are still great. Had a good weekend with them so far. Haven't exactly felt completely like myself tonight, but it all seemed to work out.Improv possibilites are looking promising. Went to the Second City show tonight.

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I'm having to deal with something relatively new to me: failure. Apparently, I'm a terrible software engineer. Or maybe software engineering is terrible to me. I think it's a mutual hate-hate relationship.Simply put I'm not doing well at work, and it is frustrating me to the point of exhaustion. I can't change roles until I have been at the company for a year, which is not until September. I like

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I'm starting a new feature on my humble little blog: Caroline Reviews Food. Yes. I'm a big fan of food. I'm about to go on a cottage cheese and salmon (not at the same time) diet so I should get this out of my system while I'm still eating new and enjoyable foods.Thai Kitchen Pad Thai (mild)Yes, I've been dragged into the Thai food craze. In fact, I may very well have a concerning addiction to

Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02745762327006398982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17084289.post-1140373823311536002006-02-15T18:56:00.000-06:002006-02-19T12:30:23.356-06:00

Yes. I did what singles (especially sardonic ones such as myself) aren't supposed to do. Instead of sitting at home with a bottle of wine and pint of ice cream listening to sulky music... I went out. And... I enjoyed Valentine's Day. Of course, I uttered my fair share of jokes, sarcastic quips, and black-hearted comments throughout the day, but my small good deeds made up for it.My theory this

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