Katie. Senior at KU Majoring in Film & Media Studies. Television obsessions include, but are not limited to: 30 Rock, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., New Girl, The Office, Glee, NCIS, Once Upon a Time & Revenge. I like singing in my car, dancing in my shower (potentially dangerous), working at the Natural History Museum, and crafting but I can't sew to save my life. I live for Jayhawk Basketball, look for me with the "Bill Self for President" sign at every game.Also, otters are my spirit animal
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The. Best. Ever.
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skills i have mastered
- not texting back
- procrastinating
- eating copious amounts of food in one setting
- painting my nails like a blind pre-schooler
- sleeping a lot
- being single
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“It looks as if top-five NBA Draft pick Thomas Robinson will be playing for his third NBA team next season — his second season as a pro.
Yahoo! Sports says the Houston Rockets have decided to deal the 6-foot-10, 237-pound former Kansas University power forward to a yet-to-be-determined team to create salary-cap space for free agent Dwight Howard.”
What are the odds he can go to Phoenix and have a permanent playdate with the Morrii twins?
When they called me and said I got the role, I said ‘Who is Jim? Did you cast John Krasinski?’ and they said ‘Yes’ and I started crying because I knew it would be good. I can’t do Pam without him. In the way you need the right partner to have a great marriage, I needed the right co-star to have this relationship.
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Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why.
Men scared the shit out of me.
Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before. (Okay, maybe men aren’t exactly like this. This is what I’ve cobbled together from the handful of men I know or know of, ranging from Heathcliff Huxtable to Theodore Roosevelt to my dad.) Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.
Because what I was used to was boys.
Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents. They put parents on the same level as their peers and roll their eyes when your dad makes a terrible pun. Boys let your parents pay for dinner when you all go out. It’s assumed.
Boys are wonderful in a lot of ways. They make amazing, memorable, homemade gifts. They’re impulsive. Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning because they don’t have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn thirty.
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