Posted on Sunday, December 8, 2013

y’know. A lot has changed since last year. I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about it recently but it’s been on my mind. I feel like I’ve made a lot of progress with being happier with myself in some ways, in other ways I feel like I’ve regressed even further which doesn’t really make much sense but here we are. I’ve stopped wondering about what would happen if I died, how I assumed no one would miss me and they’d all just easily move on. I know around this time last year I stopped berating myself for being “ugly” and “awkward looking” I mean I guess I still think that sometimes but bad days are just bad days. I’ve also gotten a lot less shy over the past couple years, which is an accomplishment to me because I’ve been so shy my entire life. I am, however, still pretty incapable of normal social interactions. Probably due to the fact I hate eye contact and small talk, both of which seem to be necessary to ~broaden your horizons~ bleh. I’m also not as judgmental as I used to be. And even then I wasn’t like, overtly judgmental I usually kept it to myself. I do still suck at not dwelling on the past, and getting annoyed at little things that I should really just overlook. I think too much about people who really don’t actually matter to me anymore and don’t care about me either. I think too much in general though.

I’m getting there I guess. Wherever “there” is.


Color me RAD

Posted on Wednesday, December 4, 2013

     Two weekends ago I got the opportunity to participate in a 5K called Color Me Rad, that took place throughout a course set up in Kings Dominion. The Color Me Rad 5K raises money for the Special Olympics, so I say it's well worth getting pelted with colored corn starch and sprayed with cold, colored water.
       Although I was expecting much more when I got to the race, it was still a lot of fun. There were three checkpoints of "color bombing" and the last one was the finish line where you were bombed the most with color. After the races they have "color throws" where everyone gathers in front of the stage and they throw little bags of colored corn starch and at the count of three you open them up and throw the powder up in the air. It's almost impossible to breathe afterwards but you come out looking cool, plastered in color.


Halloween Costumes for Women

Posted on Tuesday, October 29, 2013

     With Halloween around the corner, I stumbled upon this awesome video of a Poetry Slam done by female youths in Washington DC. This video highlights exactly the problems in society when women are faced with purchasing costumes when one wants to participate in Halloween festivities. This year I made my own costume, and I have in the past few years because the costumes targeted at my general age group are skimpy and that's basically ALL you can ever find. Not to mention that those cheaply made, small garments of polyester satin and whatever else, are ridiculously over-priced and it's kind of really an injustice.
       The point is not to shame girls who are comfortable enough to dress in "slutty" Halloween costumes because it's counter-productive and harmful and slut shaming is stupid. It is, however, that women shouldn't only have overly sexualized costumes available to them if they aren't creative or willing enough to make something of their own that isn't so... HEY LOOK AT MY TITTIES, to put it bluntly. If you want to dress up as Hermione Granger with a shirt unbuttoned to your bra and a skirt that just covers your butt cheeks because it makes you feel confident and it's your Halloween costume, GREAT. It's your choice! But it shouldn't be the only choice for every other girl who wanted to dress up as Hermione Granger.


Posted on Sunday, September 29, 2013

       My process for writing the first paper that we were assigned in English 102 was basically the process I learned in AP Literature in 12th grade during a project where we had to write 30 short essays just like this one over the course of the year. I know that may or may not sound pretentious but I worked really hard on that project so I better have gotten some sort of skill out of it. Before that my essay writing skills were pretty average, I’d say. Teachers or other students may say otherwise, positively or negatively.

       Because of this, I am able to take a piece of literature that I can relate to and pick out at least two aspects of it that I can truly find some sort of connection and write about it. Now, I’m not trying to say that I can write the best essays to grace planet Earth or have perfect grammar, but I do have a pretty good grasp on both of those. The one thing that stood out to me was that the author’s background said she was feminist, and as I am too, I decided to take the approach that her story was more than a crazy woman locked up in her house by a concerned husband. Short stories are often packed with some other meaning than what is given to you and it’s up to you to decide what it is, because technically there are no wrong answers as long as you can support it.


the xx in concert

Posted on Saturday, September 21, 2013

     So I have a perfectly legitimate reason as to why I'm late posting this week, because I was waiting to write about the concert I went to last night and I had to work today, but alas I can talk about it now! I went to see the xx in concert which is a pretty laid back, ethereal music kinda band. I was expecting to just have a chill night listening to them play which was true for the most part. For the majority of their songs they're like a dialogue between a girl and a guy and their relationship. WHICH is why I feel it's applicable for my english blog because a good portion of the stories we've read have featured difficulties in the characters' relationships. The two musicians that make up 2/3rds of the band, Jamie and Romy are actually dating and that seemed somehow relevant, let's just hope they're more functional than the people in the stories we read or the songs they sing.


Posted on Friday, September 13, 2013

       Oh wow, oops I did it already, I forgot about this weekly blog post thing... better late than never, right? Well on this weeks episode of what Kaitlyn decides to talk about from English class: The Yellow Wallpaper. I've picked this particular story because it was the most interesting one because it kind of was so weird it didn't make sense but still addressed things that interest the raging feminist inside me. Let's pretend that made some sense.

My theory is that the woman who is the narrator isn't really crazy, or really wasn't enough to get shut up in a house for three months. I think her husband was so ashamed of having such a wife with a.... brain?! Heaven forbid a female of the time period be capable of thought and creativity. After being shut up for a while due to her supposed "nervous depression" or whatever it's called, she probably did go a little insane, as would any other human being.


Introductory Post

Posted on Tuesday, September 3, 2013

     Hi, I'm KaitlynSo I'm that girl in class with the bright red hair that people fail to remember the name of half the time. English is a passion for me so I'll probably be that annoying person that answers all the questions that I know because why not? This is my first semester at Bland and it's taken some adjusting but it's nothing I can't handle. I blog all the time about other random stuff on my tumblr page so there's that but never really about English but I can talk a lot about things no one cares about so there's shouldn't be any difficulty updating this little blog every week, I mean I did sign up for an A for the semester.

well... first blogspot post ever, cool beans.