The iPod Prophecies

I’ve never done this game before, so I thought I’d give it a try…. At first, I was a bit wary of exposing the bitter truth to my musical side. Mainly, that I don’t have a wide knowledge of musicians or genres like many of my peers. That being said, I’m not going to hide behind a desk and hope to avoid mass judgement! I like what I like, and love to open my ears to new stuff whenever I can. So, I am taking the plunge!

Here are the songs that describe my life, according to iPod shuffle. With my comments of course ;)

DIRECTIONS:

1.Put your iPod on shuffle.
2 Type in the song name as an answer to each question (no matter how weird it is).
3 Go to the next song on your iPod for the answer to the next question.


What do your friends think of you?
Hey Jude- Beatles

Guess I am a sad song all my friends are trying to make better… Thanks friends, I am glad you are so determined to be with me through it all. J

If someone says "Is this ok?" You say?

Love Drunk- Boys Like Girls

LOL  “Is this ok? “I used to be love drunk, and now I’m hungover.” Looks like I am very frank with others…
How would you describe yourself?

October- Evanescence

Well… that song is depressing. At least October is my birth month.

What do you like in a guy/girl?

Seasons of Love- Rent cast. 

Oh my goodness. Well, that is probably accurate. I dolook for a guy who loves me/others in spring, summer, fall, AND winter. 

How do you feel today?
I Knew You Were Trouble- T-swift!

So I suppose I’m feeling… bitter? Vengeful towards men? Regretful about my life choices? Geez, iPod, you’re not very optimistic today.
What's your life's purpose?

We Both Know- Colbie Calliat ft. Gavin DeGraw.

Does that mean my life’s purpose is to have meaningful relationships with good communication? I am more than ok with that! Yes!!! Fifty points for the mind behind the ipod curtain!

What's your motto?

Here Comes the Sun- The Beatles.

Wow. I could not think of a more perfect motto! Not only is this one of my all-time favorite songs, but it is also a life philosophy I have always abided by.  Goody!

What do you think about very often?

Forget me not- The Civil Wars

So I guess I often think about how to be unforgettable? A bit of a stretch, but this does remind of my senior quote: “In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different,”-Coco Chanel.  You know that’s uncanny.

What's 2+2?

Hello- Karmin

Ha. This answer perfectly “sums up” my mathematical ability.  What is 4+4? Red. If you have 10 basketballs and 11 footballs, how many pancakes fit on the roof? None, because aliens don’t wear hats. I’ve never understood math, but I accept that about myself!

What do you think of your best friend?
Just a Dream- Nelly

Does that mean I don’t have real friends? They’re all just in my head? How sad.  I am either lonely enough to have imaginary friends as my only company, or crazy enough to have friends that exist solely in my mind.  Success.
What do you think of the person you like?
Breathe (2AM)- Anna Nalick

So I guess I think the person I theoretically like is a drunkard with beautiful eyes? I suppose the rest of it is appropriate; I do need take a chill pill most of the time. 
What is your life story?

Good N’ Evil- Jekyll and Hyde

I knew broadway music was bound to pop up sooner of later.  Well, it would be wrong to say my life hasn’t been a combination good and evil. Although this song is very naughty, and I would like to believe I have more morals than a lady of the evening.  Let’s hope.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Maybe- Ingrid Michaelson

According to Mr. Shuffle, I want to grow up to be someone who waits around for my lover to return to me.  Oh great. That sounds a lot like a crazy cat lady who can’t let go of the past.  Might as well start calling me Ms. Havisham.  I am going to sit around in my wedding dress for millions of years waiting for my estranged husband to return. *Sigh*

What will you dance to at your wedding?
Can’t Help Falling in Love- Ingrid Michaelson cover.

Well… that is perfect.  Such a beautiful song, and Ingrid Michaelson has an amazing voice. I am pleased. 
What will they play at your funeral?

Im Ready- Jack’s Mannequin

… I’m ready. Ready to die? I guess when I am dead I will be ready for the afterlife.  See? It could be a positive thing.  And this concludes my thoughts of death for the day.  I will leave the morbid details of passing to Moaning Myrtle. 

What's your hobby/interests?
The Feeling- Ben Rector

My hobby is feeling.  Ha! I am an emotional being, and I love most everyone, so I guess my hobby could be feeling.  Or listening to this song, because Ben Rector rocks. 
What is your biggest fear?

Brokenhearted-Karmin

My biggest fear is being alone, so this is actually pretty close to true! Mr. Shuffle understands my soul.  Brillant.
What do you think of your friends?

When You Get Home, You’re So Dead- Mayday Parade

My friends can be very sassy, and they are often at my house, so I think this fits very well.  Let it be known I love them, even when I want to smack them sometimes!

What will you post this as?
Good Life- One Republic

Just as I hoped, we end on an optimistic note.  As is life… We all go through periods of turmoil and suffering, but each and every day, God shows us little miracles. My secret to happiness is to count all the wonderful, beautiful parts of life, and ignore the sour bits that only serve to weigh me down. 

I would love to hear everyone else’s iPod story! Copy and paste this into facebook or blogger and make musical history!

An Ode to the Parental Figures

I truly am the perfect child.  Somehow, I am never home for this critical week that is stacked with family events.  My mother’s birthday, father’s day, and their anniversary all fall within the same block of time.  And I am always far away, enjoying speech nationals, or Chicago, or the extreme socialization for which I am renowned.  Sometimes life moves far too quickly, and I forget to be thankful for one of God’s greatest gifts: my parents.  As an example of what a gem I am of a daughter, yesterday I wished my mom a happy birthday. At three in the morning. So I guess at that point it really wasn’t even her birthday anymore. Oops. Anyway, I am writing this blog post now as a reflection of how awesome my parents are, and how truly glad I am to have both of them in my lives.  I now present to you three reasons why I am an incredibly lucky daughter. (There are more, but I will spare you.)

Reason 1: I never realized how rare my family dynamic was until very recently. 

            An article on law firm McKinely Irvine’s website states that in America, one divorce happens every 13 seconds.  Divorce is a very real and traumatic experience; I am beyond fortunate to have a mother and a father who are still together.  Their love provides a perfect example for me as I set sail on my journey to adulthood.   McKinely Irvine also asserts that the children of happily married couples are 14% less likely to get divorced.  A smaller percentage than I anticipated, but nonetheless, I feel that the goodness of their marriage has given me the tools to be successful in all of my relationships. 

Reason 2:  I thank God every day that I have not one, but two amazing parents.  Too often I forget how blessed I am to have parents that are actually present in my life.  I have a mom that devotes so much of her time to me, be it through a phone call or a shopping excursion, or watching a silly TV show together.  Moms are characterized with the tasks of cleaning and cooking and whatnot, and my mom does all that, but she also makes an effort to spend time bonding with me.  She is not only a caregiver, but also someone I can always confide in; someone I know has my best interests at heart.  How awesome is that? And as if that was not enough, God gave me a loving father who works hard all day to provide for my family, and then comes home every night to be with us.  I can say with supreme confidence that my mom, Sam, Christopher, and I have been given innumerable gifts and opportunities due to my Dad’s strong work ethic and compassionate nature.  Amidst his business, we still have many a late night chat, one of my favorite things! To have two devoted parents is something for which I am deeply grateful.

Reason 3:  My parents have an incredible ability to teach and forgive.

I am young, and I mess up. A lot. Yet somehow my parents find it in them to address my wrongdoings without making me feel like the spawn of Satan.  Their everyday actions are a constant example of how to be a better person, but they help me mature in so many other ways, also.  Since I was little, they have instilled in me a love of God and an appreciation of life.  I firmly believe my Catholic education has strengthened me as both a student and a human being.  Every step of the way, they helped me understand my faith and morality more deeply, taking time out of their days to talk, console, and give advice.  Without their kind and thoughtful words of encouragement, I would be greatly remiss. Even when I did act like a little sass-master and disregard their rules, they still treated me with love and respect.

I recognize this blog post is rather dull for those of you who are used to my words of a more random and bizarre nature. However, I felt it was necessary to bestow upon them the often un-expressed gratitude I feel every day.  To my parents: thank you so very much for all that you do! For everyone else: don’t forget where you come from.  Your parents are a part of you, and they gave you the gift of life! So come up with your own reasons as to why your parents rock! It is easy to pile up all the negative aspects of our familial relationships, but there is much love and happiness alive in them as well.  Hold onto that.

Whimsically,

Katie

The Sad Diary of A Moth

Upon watching the sad cat diary...> (sadmeow)

I have begun to reflect on the lives of other animals that I dislike immensely.  My least favorite organism by far, is a moth.  So I channeled my moth self and wrote a few diary entries about it. 

Dear Diary,

I was born a day ago, and already feel compelled to document my sordid life.  Nobody understands how hard it is to be me.  I long to live like the butterflies, celebrated and loved by the Giant Ones.  Instead, I am treated like the dust that covers my fragile body.  Why can’t they love me too?  My shear presence causes them to throw projectiles at me.  I fear I will never be good enough to be accepted by the giant ones.  I have even tried to embrace them with little moth kisses, but alas, they shriek in disgust, flapping their five-pronged antennas at me.  I feel rejected.  Perhaps I will receive attention and sympathy from the Winged Creatures.  For now, I suppose I will find comfort in a spot between the blinds. I take solace in the darkness; shadows are my only companion. 

Day Two:

Dear Diary,

Did not receive any attention or sympathy from the Winged Creatures, despite our shared taste in flying.  In fact, I was nearly pecked into a million gruesome pieces by a particularly aggressive one with a sharp beak.  Then again, my untimely demise would be a blessing.  My life is futile, and I may hate myself as much as Giant Ones seem to hate me.  The only thing I admire are the stones; they are gray and desolate like my soul.  I will spend another lonely night beneath a rock, waiting to die.

Day Three:

Dear Diary,

I have come to witness the most beautiful image I have ever beheld in my three days of life.  I call it The Light.  I was flitting around, minding my own business, when all of the sudden, I saw It.  A white glowing orb that filled my sorrowed soul with hope.  It was then that I truly experience love and happiness for the first time.  Just as quickly as I felt its illumination, The Light disappeared with a click., further proving my belief that everything I could ever love leaves me.  My heart was broken as rapidly as it was encouraged.  From now on, I vow to devote the rest of my life to seeking The Light.   I worship it.

Day Four:

Today was rather mundane.  I bothered a Giant One for a while, and then… could it be?  The Light! It has returned! What a glorious day this is.  Now if I could only get a little bit closer.  I want to relish in that warmth that only Light’s glow can provide. The Light consumes me with a burning ecstasy like never before.  Actually, I am starting to feel rather hot.  Almost too hot, but The Light draws me in.  I cannot escape its firm, but magnificent grasp.  I Can not look away…… Must keep flying.   The pain is almost too much.  I can only assume this is what it means to love.  Yet as Light surrounds me, my body aches from the heat. Of  passion, of course.  I  love you, Li….

Moth: June 2^nd, 2013-June 6^th 2013.

Katie's List of Highly Unlikely Professions

What do you want to be when you grow up? As a child, my answer to this question changed daily.  At one point, I do recall establishing myself as a future “ballerina nun.” I was indeed creative and compromising.  With the progression of time, you would think my focus would be narrowed to fields related to my strengths.  However, I still love to dally in possibilities of all various occupations.   Some may call me too open-minded.  While it is a wonderful thing to believe so strongly in oneself, I also find it necessary to be aware of limitations.  In an attempt to define what I can do, I reflected on all the things I do poorly. Yes, I am closing all of these doors, but that is only to open cooler, more fulfilling windows!  Here is a list I have comprised of jobs that would be caustic to my health and happiness.

1.Gardener

Flowers are so pretty, but also so pollinated.  A severe pollen allergy significantly restricts my comfort among nature.  While I do love the beauty of roses and daffodils, it is in no way worthwhile to be sneezing all over creation for eight hours a day.  Nobody needs to say, “bless you” that many times!  Instead, I prefer to paint flowers. Inside.

2.Any sort of military soldier/officer/personnel

I wore a uniform or dress code for 11 years of my life. I AM NOT doing it any longer.  And as if that was not enough of a reason, I know I lack the physical ability and/or motivation to be as fit at those people.  And then there’s my fear of guns and shooting.  And bad eyesight.  And the curved curse of scoliosis, which means I can’t stand up as straight as everybody else, and everyone knows people in the military have impeccable posture.  Facts of life. 

3.Chauffer, truck driver, pilot, golf caddy

Due to my horrid vision and serious lack of coordination, I do not possess a driver’s license.  I know, I know, GASP.  I think it goes with saying that an ability to drive is a requirement of any vehicular occupation.  So…that is out.

4.Scientist or mathematician

 I don’t get math. Like at all.  Numbers and I get along like toothpaste and orange juice: the result is a horrible aftertaste. If you like math, I do not understand you at all, but I applaud your intelligence nonetheless.   I accept I will never be good at number-crunching; the foundation is missing, and thus my mental house is rickety and unreliable. More than a few math screws are loose in my head, but you know what? There are other kinds of knowledge that are just as sufficient. 

5.Dancer

I really didn’t want to have to put this on the list.  But the fact remains that I cannot spin without experiencing serious vertigo. If I ever figure out the proper art of spinning, I suppose dancing could become removed from this sordid list of don’ts.  For realism’s sake, I must pursue other artistic forms. ( AKA underwater mermaid impersonations)

6.Priest

It has come to my attention that I am female.

7.Farmer/fisher/ hunter

Farming, fishing and hunting require hardiness and patience, two adjectives that do not describe me in the least.  Plus, I need a least a small amount of sparkle to be happy. The only thing glamorous about farm life is the potential for elaborate webs crafted by a very famous spider known as Charlotte. I long for the city life.

8.Doctor/dentist/nurse

Blood freaks me out, and I do not really understand how people get over that.  Hypnosis? Also, much of being a doctor means making quick, informed decisions, and having the mental clarity to save lives.  God bless you if you can do it, but I don’t believe I can be that level headed.  You’re welcome.  Come to think of it, I am saving lives by choosing not to be a doctor. I am a hero!

9.Abortionist.

Well, I am pro-life.  So this is an impossible occupation.  Obviously.

10.Construction worker of any kind (includes plumber, and electrician)

Building stuff involves too much manual labor, and I am not a fan of labor. These are skills Daddy did not pass on to his little girl. Not to mention, am I the only one who still has a slight fear of electrocuting myself when I use an outlet?

11.Athlete

I think you need to be athletic to be an athlete.  If shopping ever becomes a sport, I will win a gold medal.  From Tiffany’s. And then eat breakfast there.

12.Lady of the Evening

I just worry that I would loose too much sleep, that’s all.

13.Santa Claus

Maybe if I gained a lot of weight, as well as the ability to grow a beard. The North Pole is too much of a commute for me as well.

14.Drug Dealer

I watch Breaking Bad, so I know second hand that dealing drugs is a very scary, temperamental thing.  I don’t think I could handle the pressure!

15.Bee Keeper/ exterminator

Bugs seriously creep me out so much.  I have an intense fear of miller moths that has only gotten worse with age.  I get goosebumps just thinking about it! (Actual bumps, not the book series, to clarify)

So there you have it! The top fifteen jobs I am avoiding.  On the positive side, that leaves many other professions (artist, singer, wedding planner, fashion designer, graphic designer, and princess) to experience!  And do not these jobs sound like rainbows, sparkles, and joy? I think so too.  So go out and make your own list of unlikely professions.  You may discover more about yourself than you thought you would!

Whimsically,

Katie