Still Not Okay

I lack the ability to talk about anything other than Kate McKinnon. It's just not possible. I love her too much.
Like legit though, I can't stop. The only other tab I've been checking her name in the news every few minutes. I saved so many pictures of her from the Emmys to my phone.
Someone should stop me.

After the Emmys, I curled up with Ms. Pickles and watched some of her old videos on YouTube.
Like, old old. Videos from when she first started out and she was still in the Big Gay Sketch Show.
She's come so far in the past 10(?) years. Like, she went from this broke college student doing stand-up to an Emmy Award Winning Actress and Saturday Night Live Performer. I don't even know her personally and I'm so proud of her.
Also, it takes a lot to make me cry (says the girl who cried when the Ghostbusters song started to play during the 2016 version) and the second the announcers got the "K" in her name out of their mouth I screamed and started to cry. I also cried when I saw Kate's face when they said her name. And then some more when she started crying. And even more when she started speaking. I was a mess before she even started talking about her dad. I was like a sprinkler before she could even get off the stage.

I'm legit so proud of someone I've never even met, sue me.

Also I would like to talk about her dress the other night:
Holy Christ.
That is all.

Also, I'm sorry that night's entry was so cheesy, I was crying really hard.
I still wanna cry some more. I'm still not okay.

I also definitely bought a Bluray player so I'm armed and ready when the the Bluray version of Ghostbusters comes out on DVD.

I also started this entry on Monday morning and I'm just now finishing it Saturday night. My life is a mess right now and I still can't technically ride. I'll have days when I'm like, "Oh hey, my ribs don't hurt today, I should totally ride!" And then the day goes on and I'm like, "Jesus Christ kill meeeeee."

I also have three projects/essays due within three weeks. One essay on Harold Ramis (I'm so pumped about this one), an educational video and an essay on Remus and Romulus (I'm going to get expelled for what I have planned for this), and an essay on the American Dream.

Also, it's worth mentioning that Ms. Pickles might be getting a brother. I'll elaborate on this when the story develops.

I also have a driving class that lasts all day tomorrow. I am not excited about it, but I'm just gonna go head first at it, Bill Murray style. Crack jokes the entire class and act like I don't have a care in the world, when in reality, I'm dying on the inside. Maybe I'll even get laid tomorrow, Bill Murray style.
I'm kidding. I'm not going to get laid via-driving class. I'm not going to get laid via-anything.

I've also established myself as the class clown in school so far. I've never been more proud of myself.


I also wrote a poem in five minutes the other day, and I'm gonna share it with you guys.

She’s been waiting

Long past her expiration. 

She sits on the doorstep of success

And waits for it to let her in.

She’s outgrown the quiet world

Of compromise.

Her voice is itching to run free.

Her feet follow after. 

Her wanderlust will no longer sit

patiently.

Her heart breaks.

Her head spins.

And her gears start to turn.

Her hands quiver under lights

Her heart flutters over thought.

She turns the page

And breathes

For the first time

In years.

And with one word,

She comes to life.

She sits on the doorstep of success.

Her heart breaks.

Her head spins.

And the city takes her in.

I think the font changed itself again. I'll end this entry here because I don't want to deal with the whole font thing right now and I have to wake up really early tomorrow.