Veronica and Morbidity

Remember that one time with my bitchin' status update? "There's always that one part of the movie, right after the happiest bit, where I just wish everybody in the whole movie would just die... You know, for their own good." I think I got like 4 likes on that status. Probably the most likes I ever got. Anywhoser.

Last words are awesome. I don't really remember what exactly I was going to say about that. It was so long ago that I decided I wanted to talk about this, but then got too tired, so left the tab open for a month to finish it. And this tab too: www.chillhour.com/the-last-words-of-25-famous-dead-writers/

Let the countdown begin

December 7, 2010

I posted the following on Facebook on December 7, 2010. One month after that, I received the opportunity to go to Cannes and fulfill my life dream at the ripe young age of 19 years old. Then I didn't take it because I was too poor. Because of that, I reserve the right to be proud that I was accepted into that program for the rest of my life.

Believe in yourself, people.

by Katie Lyon on Tuesday, 7 December 2010 at 23:38 ·

FYI, to you dream crushers of the world. 18 percent of people fear flying, but there is only a one in 300,000 something chance of dying in a plane crash. It is much less likely to become president, one in ten million, that dying in plane crash.

80 percent of people graduate high school. 60 percent of those people graduate college. Just guess how many of those people major in Political science, and then go out and try to run for political office with the goal of being president of the US one day? A pretty small percentage. Nobody thinks they can be president, but a percentage of people are actually natural born Americans and are over the age of 35, and have wanted to be the President of the United States enough to try. But everyone who gets onto a plane can die on it. So there are the chances of everyone having a one in 300000 something chance of dying on a plane, or everyone having a one in ten million chance of being president, when only 100 people actually try. REALISTICALLY, if you want it, you qualify, and people generally like you, you'd have a pretty good chance of being president of the United States.

Also. There is a 1/11500 chance for everyone to win an Academy Award. Those chances are better than dying on a plane, and eighteen percent of people fear flying (that's a lot of people.) How many people actually try and want to make movies, good movies? Basically I'm saying: next time you will see a post this long, it'll be about my Oscar.

Also, there is a one in 22000 chance in going pro. Also better than dying on a plane crash, which everyone has the talent to do.

You know what I love?

BURRITOS!

I had to say it. It's in the rules.

In addition to burritos, I love it when I do productive things without curling up into the anxiety fetal position which involves Tetris and permanent forehead wrinkles. I don't love Tetris, that's the problem.
I was in the shower (as I often am, as someone so dedicated to personal hygiene that I've showered every day this week!) and I was all worried that I was going to forget about what I wanted to say here. Then I thought about how I wanted to say that I was worried I would forget. Then I thought, wouldn't it be silly if I forgot about both things? Technically, now, that I've put one of them, I am no longer in danger of forgetting it. That's what cowboogers is all about. Anywho, I'm getting off track. So, you know what I love?

I love seeing people's genuine excitement. Especially famous people, because 98% of the people I interact with and see are people in the entertainment business that I watch on the internet... through Skype. I know a lot of famous people. Kirsten Bell? I know her. We had a chat about sloths, and I about cried- people's genuine excitement is so beautiful. My favorite example of beautiful example is from the beginning of an episode of White Collar, when Peter has had a fight with Elizabeth and is upset about. Neal tells Peter just to call Elizabeth and leave a message to tell her that he loves her, and Peter's face just lights up with relief and joy and happiness at the prospect of having this perfect solution to his problem. He grins from ear to ear, but even when his grin dies down, you can still tell that his whole attitude is changed. Excitement is like proof that people have faith in hope that they can be happy. By simply getting excited about something, they are saying that they trust that one day things will be wonderful, and by just trusting that- they are automatically happy. It's happiness about happiness, but even with how complicated I've made it sound, it seems like the purest, simplest happiness I can think of. Like the way children act- every good thing is the best thing ever and isn't it great how they have the best thing ever happening to them. The hyperactivity of children is their excitement about being alive pouring out of all of their tiny, bendy little bones.

I love daisies.

I love boy socks.

I love stories.

I love how when people who really know each other talk, even if it's just a normal conversation, it becomes absolutely adorable.

I love dark comedy.

I love quirky things- like Natalie Portman being equivalent to 10 goats.

I love the word "phenomenon" especially when people say it like fa-nam-ah-na, because it sounds like this:

I love when people (Robin from How I Met Your Mother) refer to babies as the "small, pudgy, can't sit up yet" version of children.

I love when people (Arizona from Grey's Anatomy) refers to children as the "tiny humans" who people just can't say no to.

I love when people (Barney from HIMYM) are doing a bit, then get interrupted, but continue to do the bit and it becomes the funniest thing ever. "She's a slutty nurse."