Back to School

Sweet sweet community college.

Attended by those eager to complete a second degree and recognizing you can actually do pretty well paying a 1/4 the price or B) attended by rebellious teens who anxiously await the first opportunity to take a "smoke break" in the middle of class. And that's all there is. That is all I got out of class today.

In other exciting news my best friends are back and this is wonderful. In other, other exciting news I met Aaron Piersol on campus the other day. As I casually introduced myself (not knowing who he was) while Ferry "chit-chatted" about old times. Upon walking away it kind of went like this:
Me-"Geez, gorgeous"
Ferry-"Oh well you DO know who that is right?"
Me-<-Pause->
Ferry-"Uh Aaron Piersol"
Me-"Ferry! What the...hey how about next time there is an amazing gorgeous Olympian around the corner...a heads-up please!"

But no worries, when he asks Ferry for my number I have given her strict instructions to give it to him no questions asked.

I'll be sure to let you know how our falling in love goes. Robert is very supportive.

Utopia

My idea of a perfect world: (for those of you who think like my brother I'm sure you immediately thought "communism" when you read the title but please-put that aside for now)

Eh em....Utopia

1. Free laundry mats
2. Nothing but bottled water
3. Foaming soap dispensers outside every doorway
4. Delicious chocolate with zero calories
5. Rare meat that doesn't harbor salmonella and/or listeria
6. Beds that make themselves (as long as you could program them to do it right)
7. The destruction of Murphy's Law
8. 86 degrees outside with a breeze for 11 months of the year. The other month can be freezing so my cute winter clothes get some street time
9. Nail polish that NEVER chips
10. Cheap wall clocks with second hands that don't tick so loud
11. Automobiles that run on happy thoughts (Kill two birds with one stone: free fuel & less road rage)
12. Where pressing harder on the remote buttons when the batteries are dead actually works
13. Where OCD stands for Organized, Confident and Diligent

So maybe this wouldn't exactly be my ideal Utopia, but I feel like it might make my life easier.
That is all.

hmm

Sometimes when I write blogs that have a larger percentage of serious content than sarcasm, I feel like people become uncomfortable and don't know how to handle it. What does that mean?

<3

I don't love when just anyone calls me Kasey Jean.
I do love when the right people do.
I don't love snow cones.
I do love Amy's Ice Cream.
I don't love living along.
I do love an immaculate apartment.
I don't love toothpaste on the cap.
I do love butterfly clips on the end of the toothpaste.
I don't love pulp in my orange juice.
I do love really cold water.
I don't love paying for laundry.
I do love ironing jeans.
I don't love sad stories (even if they end happy).
I do love fantasy novels (its true!)
I don't love Anne Hathaway.
I do love Reese Witherspoon.
I don't love Austin without certain people.
I do love anywhere with the right person.