Eat Cake Because It's Somebody's Birthday Somewhere

       If you have ever seen "Julia and Julia" - an inspiring movie about Julia Child, an amazing chef, and modern day Julia, a food blogger (wink wink) - you know the passion ignited in you for cooking and baking. Even if you burn water and can't remember how to butter bread, this movie somehow tricks you into thinking that you can make the best darn souffle the world has ever seen! Unfortunately for me, after watching this movie, I felt as though I had to live up to Julia Child expectations, which brings me to my next job opportunity: Baking!

       So, I hijacked my sister Carrie's 19 birthday cake plans and demanded asked her politely to let me take over the operation instead of buying an ice cream one from Dairy Queen. Even though I made it home by 3, I did not start on the cake until 4:30ish all because of my magical journey to Flinkles. Yes, you read that right. An entire shop dedicated to the making and selling of Flavored Sprinkles. As cool as this sounds, I really didn't need the special sprinkles, but alas, my mom was paying.

         As anyone would expect, I was intrigued to uncover this unicorn of a shop, but upon my entering of said mythological creature, my excitement and comfortability came to a screeching halt. I at first thought the open door was a charming welcome, but soon figured out it was a plea for people. As nice and helpful as the two owners sitting behind the counter were, their vulture-like stare would not let me leave without buying a bag of seasoned sugar. After force-feeding me almost 20 of their 74 flavors, I reluctantly decided on a Rumchata (which would turn out to be a great addition to my cake). As you can expect, my leaving was a speedy one. 

         Making the cake proved to take longer than expected. It may or may not have taken me 6 hours to finish it..... Anyways, It was a four layer almond cake with raspberry filling, starting with a white cake then working my way up through a blue ombre color scheme - yeah, I'm fancy like that. I iced the outside and haphazardly chucked the swanky sprinkles at it until they stuck (then collected the rest because at $5 a bag, I can't afford that luxury). 

         Mom is trying to argue with me that baking a bomb cake does not constitute as me trying a baking profession, but if they bake and I bake, I see no difference (insert ridiculous smiley face with tongue). 

                 Love, 
                       (Currently Rocking Out To Hannah Montana) K

Hiking and Other Things Not In My Future

          I feel as though my life is going nowhere. School starts back up Tuesday, and all I can think about is that I'm going to be stuck in the same routine, same workload, same stress as I was before break. Since we last talked, I have tried and ruled out the possibility of me being a Nature Tour Guide - a decision you can watch me make in my newly born vlog, "KayFay Experiment" (if I ever finish editing it to finally post it!). I have come to the conclusion that while my *charming* personality is a perfect fit, showing people the same things over and over again would probably lead to me trying to get the tour lost because of the immense boredom that would occur if I pursed said job (although hiking all day would give me a fantastic butt, but I digress).

Klondike Park - where dreams (and fat) are killed

          But back to my impending spiral into dreaded normalcy. In order to solve my tragic predicament, I have decided to finish my senior year - next year - in Ireland (cue tears from mom and dad). Just yesterday, I sent out emails to two boarding schools in Kilkenny and Wexford, although I must confess, I was two more castle pictures away from throwing a tantrum. The main source of this rage is because all the schools that look like castles are ALL MALE. So, being the stubborn (but adorable) headstrong woman I am, I sent one of the emails to a castle (*cough* male) school and am hoping for the best. If on the off chance that they would actually take me - and I could afford it - It would be a glorious chance for my ego to be boosted, as I would hopefully be the best looking girl there. Yes, my parents would probably see a fault with me going off to live in another country AND being the only girl in a school filled to the brinks with testosterone, but with my luck, all the boys would turn out gay or decide that brown-headed *beautiful* American girls aren't their type. So no worries mom and dad!

My future home

             Let me remind you, or rather introduce you to the fact that I am not a rebellious girl. The greatest mutiny ever held in my name was my eighth grade year of Catholic school, where I wore nail polish and colorful shoes in spite of the strictest of rules! (Yes, that was a real thing). Despite my lack of teenage angst, my initial hope and excitement for going to Ireland was to sneak away to an underground, illegal, fight. As this was going to be my great act of rebellion and (embarrassingly enough) my idea of initiation into the Irish culture, you can imagine my sorrow upon finding out that it has now been made legal, and has a ref and everything. Yes, okay I understand that people were getting seriously injured and blah blah blah I want to rebel! I can't even drink underage there anymore either, maybe I'll get a tattoo? Just kidding. Another thing about me, I'm super indecisive.


            Love,
                  (Forever) Tattooless K

Project Do Something

        Hi, I'm Kristen, a forever happy, adventure-loving, (annoyingly) perpetually single babe. I have the fashion sense of my mother (socks & sandals), the wit of my father (think SNL's "Laser Cats"), and three sisters, all of whom are polar opposites. This blog is my experiment: For one year, I will document my life, anything and everything that will hopefully lead me to my ultimate conclusion: figuring out who I'm supposed to be. 

        My problem is not a lack of determination or interests; in fact, it's the opposite. My problem - and the reason for this blog - is that I want to do everything. I want to write novels and movie scripts and poems, but I also want to bake and paint and act and sing and travel and every other profession you can think of. And believe me, I have enough determination and work ethic for the whole country. So this year, I will be attempting each one of these professions and more trying to find my right fit all while projecting every success, failure, and embarrassing moment out on to the internet for anyone and their mothers to see. 

         There is nothing that scares me more than growing up to regret the job I'm stuck with. (okay that and never getting a boyfriend and drowning and being steam rolled to death plus any other forms of torture that have appeared on Criminal Minds)


          Love, 
                  Clueless K