Running: A workout in Progress

So for about three weeks now, I have been running every day.  I haven't really ran this consistently since I was on track in elementary school and high school.  At first I was really dreading the idea of getting up and going out to run.  I started out with a half mile the first week, simple enough.  After the first couple of days, I really got into it and I didn't dread going out. So, the second week I upped it to one mile.  Finally today I was able to run two whole miles in 15 minutes.  I was shocked!  That's about seven and a half minutes per mile!  In high school my mile was usually eight and a half or nine minute, so the fact I'm in the seven rage really makes me excited!

One of my friends who was on track throughout high school recommended that every two weeks I add one mile until I can run 6 miles a day.  I think I will take his advice!  I mean, what do I have to lose?  No pun intended. haha

My brother is moving out tomorrow.  Needless to say, I'm very excited for him.  (And partially jealous, but that's my own fault.  No car, no license, no job, no room to be jealous.)  But, my little sister is confused.  She doesn't quite understand why his whole room is filled with boxes.  We keep trying to explain that he's leaving, but she's still not accepting it.  So much so that she started unpacking his box of old VHS's and DVD's.  Cute right?  Until she saw Batman's Mask of the Phantasm...  I loved that movie for as long as I can remember... (My favorite part is when he accidentally rips the cheek off of his robot wife and says "eww"... makes me laugh)  But my sister pulls out the Batman VHS's, like Mask of the Phantasm, the Adam West Batman, and the Creepy Awesome Batman with Penguin and Catwoman, and gets furious at my brother for packing this.  She hands it to me and says "This is Penny's, NOT Corny's" which made me laugh.  Not only does my sister know I love Batsy, but she is furious that my brother would have them... even though they are actually his.  Anyway, I thought it was cute and I would post this.

(My sister LOVES the movie Hairspray, so she nicknamed my brother and I Penny Pingleton and Corny Collins.)

Camelot

So, the stories of Camelot and Robin Hood have been favorites of mine since I was a kid (I love old, classic movies...)  Naturally I would be drawn to the new series on Starz, Camelot.  Oh my.  I love this show!  Not only does this depiction of Camelot do justice to the story... It is visually incredible.  Initially I was interested because Joseph Fiennes portrays Merlin...  And c'mon.  He was in Shakespeare in Love and Elizabeth...  Of course I love this actor.

After one episode, I was addicted.  The characters are strong, the stories and designs are stunning...  And I have found a new love, to which I am shocked I never picked up on him before (He was an archer in Robin Hood!  AND is compared to Errol Flynn *swoon*) Clive Standen.  He plays Gawain, the Maiden's Knight.  He's loyal and protective and all for the battle (sexy)...  Oh, and he's a good actor too... (The picture is from Robin Hood)

Aside from my obsessive watching of Camelot, I have been vigorously writing a series of books.  Not to give too much away, but it's partially an illustrated novel.  Think...  Watchmen meets Pirates of the Caribbean meets Harry Potter meets Dracula.  Yeah.  That kind of book...  Basically there are a collection of reincarnated souls that are trapped on earth, and they must find each other before the army of the undead destroys the human world.  In addition to reincarnation, there are other mythological beings and creatures I add to show that every story, myth, and legend stem from their own truths. Stay tuned!

The Barrymore's and an Essay

Well, I'm currently putting off finishing my 10 page essay on Women Performers in Commedia dell'Arte.  Its an interesting subject, just a bore to write on.

As a distraction, I'm watching a Biography channel special on the Barrymores.  Its the history of Drew Barrymore's family of actors.  Even though Maurice Barrymore was a philandering young man, look at how sweet this picture of him and his wife, Georgie Drew, is...

I'm such a sap for old pictures. 

To add to my distractions, I'm on facebook.  Oh, facebook.  I hope to God I do not fail my courses this year with your wonderful posts constantly updating...

6 more days

I have only six more days of school (three this week, and three the following)...  And I have finished my sophomore year of college.  It feels weird.  I don't really like the college experience.  I don't feel like I have learned anything more than I have since high school.  Grant it, I've made some pretty solid friends now, but as for education, I feel like something is missing.  I do like College of the Canyons, for history and literature...  it has some decent professors and courses.  But, I don't know if I want to continue going to school.  I'm seriously burnt out, I'm sick of school.  And I'm stubborn.  All I want to do is write, act, paint, meet people, travel.  School feels so limiting.  Santa Clarita feels so limiting. 

I have too many ideas and dreams I want to pursue, and continuing my education here doesn't seem like the right path.  I know, I'm just a naive college student, who neglects to face facts and live in the real world.  But I feel like there is something so much greater out there for me to accomplish, that at this moment, living here, in this monotonous lifestyle, is just too exhausting, and too mundane.  I don't want to go to UCLA or NYU just to get into debt and have a piece of paper stating I graduated from such a prestigious school.  Not to bash anyone who has or will go to these schools...  Congratulations for getting in.  I just hope you have the drive and endurance to make it all the way through.

All I want to do in this life is to leave it knowing I left behind a masterpiece.  That could be anything.  Having a great family, or a painting, or a screenplay... anything.  I just don't want to skate by and have nothing of value.  I'm not one to care about money.  I understand the value and importance, but I live within my means.  That's all that matters.  I don't want money or to be rich, just stable and content.  When I move out and live on my own, this idea might change, haha, God I hope not.

Sorry for the randomness of this post. I just needed to vent a little.  I didn't sleep too well tonight.  This damn wisdom teeth cold is a bitch.  I watched about four different Camelot stories in the duration of the night...  And two different documentaries of penguins.  Now Robin Hood is on, so I must watch. 

Oh, Errol Flynn...  Such a pretty man...  I've gotta thing for those Aussie Actors.

Courtney, Christine, and Catie Adventures. Part 1

Tonight, the three of us, Courtney, Christine, and I being Catie went on an adventure of legendary proportions.  Christine needed to purchase a new pair of sunglasses...  She couldn't decide, so I picked them out. They were a dark blue with a pretty silver design on the hinges...  Makes her look like a big time movie director.  After much scampering around, Courtney decided she is going to buy me some Thor or Batman underwear and Star Wars for herself...  And we will wear them around because how freaking awesome is it if two college girls were wearing little boy super hero underwear?  Kind of creepy, but what of it?  We can pull it off...

We continue to Starbucks.  ((One a side note: Two of my wisdom teeth are growing in, and I need them, so I must endure the annoying headache/cold thing I have... So for the past 4 days I have not eaten any solid food because its too painful. All I can eat is a home made smoothie... I am not pleased.))  Christine and I sit and debate over which drink I should have...  The usual caramel drink thing or a mango orange smoothie. She asked what my mood was, and from that we decided on the smoothie.  I go up to order and the guy spelled my name wrong... which is fine, I'm used to having my name spelled wrong by everyone, especially with a "K."  Oddly enough, his name was Taylor, like the song "Taylor the Latte Boy."  Now, I'm fine with conversation, small chit chat, whatever...  But going on and on and on...... no.

TAYLOR THE LATTE BOY:  So, Katie, how is your night going?

"KATIE":  Pretty good. Just with my friends. What about you? 

I'm assuming he'll just answer the generic question with just "Fine" like most agitated Starbucks workers.  I always ask the question, and I always get that answer.  Not today!

TAYLOR:  Good.  No, I'm lying.  I spilled milk all over my --

Catie's thoughts:  Why did I ask...

TAYLOR:  (continued) Shirt and it just smelled --

Catie's thoughts:  Oh God, please just make my smoothie...

TAYLOR:  (continued) Bad! And I had to change my shirt, and my co-workers were laughing...

"KATIE":  Oh man, that must have sucked... But at leas --

TAYLOR:  It did! And --

Catie's thoughts:  Fuck.

TAYLOR:  (continued)  So now I'm glad I brought two shirts with me today. --

At this point I zoned out.  I think he was talking about donuts and re-filling the pastry tray.  All I could do was nod and smile awkwardly as I occasionally glance back to the girls who were busy looking at Courtney's astrology book.  I tried to focus onto what the guy was saying, but I really couldn't pay attention.  I felt bad that this guy might have been alone all day, having no one to vent to, and I was the first person to ask how his night was...  However, all I could think about was wanting my damn smoothie.  A co-worker walks up and asks if I have ordered yet...  I said "yes, he took it" and smiled.  Then she mock-glared and told him to get back to work before bursting out laughing at him...  I guess they have a joke about him talking too much or something... He didn't seem gay, and his chit chat with me didn't seem flirtatious, at least I don't think, so it couldn't have been what she was teasing him about... but I start to walk off and he shouts back "It will be ready soon, Katie!"......... thanks...

I go back to the table so that I can help Courtney sticky note her astrology book with friends and celebrities birthdays in there...  In my excitement I shout out Heath Ledger's birthday first, April 4th, Aries...  So she comes back with Harrison Ford, July 13th, Cancer.  (Heath Ledger is my dream husband... Younger Harrison Ford is Courtney's... just to clarify some things.)

My order was ready.  "KATIE!!! You're orange mango smoothie is finished!" And I walk over to see him smiling holding it up for me... not on the counter where most Starbucks workers would leave it... I thanked him and walked off... But he kept smiling at me. I think he thought we were besties for the day.

I sat down at the table, and was excited with my smoothie... until I drank it.  I like most fruit, I just don't like bananas... I knew that banana's were one of the ingredients, but I thought it was going to be masked by the flavor of the oranges and mangoes. No.

ME:  No! It tastes like ALL banana.

CHRISTINE:  Oh?

ME:  I don't like banana. I thought the oranges and mangoes with mask the banana flavor...

CHRISTINE:  You can never mask a ba-na-naa.

ME:  No.

COURTNEY:  Don't bite the banana, Catie!

ME:  I wouldn't bite the banana, because I don't like the flavor of banana!

My last comment went over my head... Courtney and Christine were laughing...  I can be a bit of an airhead, I admit.  But I can't help it.  I'm a walking that's what she said joke.

Anyway, we start too look up our friend's birthday's on facebook (one of the main reasons why we were in the Starbucks, free internet), and add them to her book. Once we finish, we start in with celebrities on purple sticky notes.  She has me write them out as she reads them out loud from IMDB, but to test my knowledge of favorite actors, she skipped a few names to see if I knew their birthdays or could guess their astrological sign.  

COURTNEY:   October 29th...

ME:  Isn't that Winona Ryder?

COURTNEY: God Catie! You're obsessed!

ME:   I'm not... She's just been one of my favorite actresses since Dracula --

COURTNEY:  And the Crucible and Edward Scissorhands and Heathers.  Catie, I know.

Christine sits giggling over every little outburst between Courtney and I... She also tested me with Madeline Kahn and a few others.  For the most part, we figured out that the actors we like fall under the same signs.  Also, I can read Courtney's mind.

ME:  Court... You should look up Jeffrey Dean Morgan next.

COURTNEY:  (shows me) That's who I was looking at!  He's a Taurus. April 22nd.

We continue looking for more...

COURTNEY:  What's that one guy... He's in --

ME:  Christian Bale? 

COURTNEY:  Yes!  What's his sign?

ME:  I bet he's an Aquarius.  I'm going to be pissed if he's an Aquarius. 

COURTNEY:  February 7th!

ME:  No!

COURTNEY:  No, Ashton Kutcher, he's February 7th.

ME:  Oh ok.

COURTNEY:  January 30th. Bale.

ME:  (hits my head on the wall) fuck me.. 

COURTNEY:  Hey! Jack Nicholson and Jeffrey Dean Morgan are both April 22nd!

ME:  Of course. 

So once we ran out of sticky notes, we left and drove Christine home.  We sat outside her house and talked about how Courtney will lock her car and refuse to let Christine out of her car.  Christine said she would just unlock the door.  Once it came time to leave, Courtney hit the lock button.  Christine couldn't find the lock on the door handle and started to laugh and panic.  Once she found the lock, she tried to open the door but Courtney locked it again saying she will continue to lock it until the button breaks.  Finally Christine got out, but couldn't shut the door hard enough, and Courtney had already locked the door.  After laughing so hard, they figured out the problem and Courtney and I left.  

Now Christine and I are sitting on skype, chatting about Titanic 2.  Yeah, apparently that exists.

So this is my wild and crazy night with the girls.  Now I'm going to get ready for bed and hopefully get up to go to class tomorrow... Neh.

Drawing

I have been watching a documentary called "Comic Book Superheroes Unmasked" all day.  Its really interesting.   So I got the brilliant idea to continue drawing my comic book characters.  Terrible.  I have never felt so frustrated drawing in my life.  Grant it, one of my characters looks like Dave Gibbons drew Stan Lee and I think that could work...  All of my other drawings seem to make the story take a step backwards...  Ugh.  Oh well.  I've decided to continue writing the script to it, which is doing fine.  Still pretty rough, but I'm excited.  I finally decided on a title, but I'm pretty sure that will change considering how indecisive I am.

Horoscope: 1

My horoscope today states that "I will use my awesome talent on a secret desire or an old dream."  Nice.  Nope, that's it, apparently I don't need to share more information with you.

"Thors"day

Well, it is Thursday, May 5th, 2011... And I learned today that the reason why Thursday is called Thursday is because of the Norse god, Thor.

Yes. Thor. Or Thunor, to the Old English... Anyway, I find this out today... The day before the movie release of Thor.

Ugh.. Chris Hemsworth. He's prettyy... 

I was born on a Thursday, so I feel that I was predestined to love Thor from the start. From now on, I am going to refer to Thursdays as "Thors"day.  Sounds like the New Jersey pronunciation but I like it.  This really has no point other than my excitement finding out that a day of the week is named after one of my favorite superheros.  Also, Courtney just made me focus on her nose, because I'm easily distractable, and tell me about someone she knew had to get midnight showing tickets to Thor because "Chris Hemsworth is FUCKING hott!"  Well, I agree. Hehe.