Unvalued Vivaciousness
I'm Katrina.
Some basic stuff about me: I'm from Texas, but my Dad is from El Salvador. Despite this I do not speak a lick of Spanish, though I can German fairly well. I also English well too, please note the lovely vocabulary that is my blog title. I attend a University and study Geology. Rocks are my passion, unlike fashion.
Warning: I do post ponies. Why? Because it's a good show. You should watch an episode, it's surprisingly good.
My blog is not typically saturated from them, but it's definitely one of the regular things I post.
There's a lot of Scenery, Geology, Animals, Pokemon and whatever I find humorous or interesting on this blog. Essentially, I re-blog anything I like, as this is my personal blog you see.
I’m very concerned about what has become of High Schoolers now a days - Including Juniors - when the term of “ovaries” has become inappropriate. I swear you say anything slightly “profane” their ears start to bleed.
DETENTION I SAY!
Before College Visit:
Me - “So are there any worksheets I need to do or any notes I can print off for next week?”
Teachah - “nope, just reviews your fine.”
After College Visit:
Me - “I heard that there were notes taken in class the days I was gone, are they on the website”
Teachah - “Nope, it’s just review”
TEST -2 days laterr
*I recognize NOTHING*
Me - “Uh, I think there was some material I missed while I was out.”
Teachah - “Well, you should’ve come to me sooner, the notes were on the site.”
—- !#%#!$%@#@
WHYYYYYY do you hate meee?!—-
Sooo perfect. Just everything.
I did my bragsheets back in June, and have applied to literally over 100 scholarships, and still going strong.
And I don’t mean in the unhygienic sense, I mean in the moral sense.
So we were supposed to go to wall greens to pick up my perscription, but before that we made a stop at mcdonalds… So my dad backed up into one of those orange warning cones. You know, the kind that tells you to watch out for spills.
He knocks it over then picked it up and hides it behind the corner. (I don’t even know why…)
So I told him that it should be where people can see it (i think the spill was water, so it could sneak up on you)- so they don’t fall or so the business doesn’t get sued.
He told me he didn’t give a fuck if anyone fell over or broke their back and large businesses deserved to get sued.
Well, I pointed out that it wasn’t only the large business who could get in trouble, the lone hispanic woman working by herself would probably get fired. She was in her mid 40’s, it may have been the only job she could get.
My Dad proceeded to throw a tantrum over the fact he didn’t give a fuck about any of this and was under no pretenses to replace the cone back to its origin. His reasoning ranged from not going to church Sunday to other people not being nice to him.
I mean, I tried to explain to the guy missing one church date doesn’t define your morality, but apparently the only ways he will ever admit that he shouldn’t indirectly cause harm to others is if some priest tells him so. Because I’m an atheist and I don’t know right from wrong.
Well that does it, I’m not getting the medicine I need… After I put the cone back myself, he just lost it. I mean, I wasn’t being mean or anything, I just suggested to put the cone back. I’ve never seen such a tantrum over a simple thing. On the way home he started calling me immature, and to start looking for a place to move out —- doesn’t want to see me in once I’m in college, ect.
All because of a cone?
Took some none professional senior photos today. I was trying to get something more… official, but for some reason it never really happened.
Anyways, I’ll be printing these off tomorrow and finally be mailing out my graduation invites. I hope it’s not too late.
want to post about all the shit my parents have done through the years, but I don’t want to be “that blog”. The one that’s always wining about how awful their life is or was…
Still, I fell it would be a great way to make ends meet, and for me to be at peace with myself. So instead I’m considering a project instead, to draw out all of my worst memories. Doodle them up. I’ll make it comical, and not so dark.
If I can laugh at all the awful things that I’ve lived through, I can move on and no longer dwell on them.
Hey look, I found a great awkward high school picture of everyone that’s involved.
Here’s a picture of me that basically defines my experience in high school.
