Drunken Debates

If there is one thing Ann and I are good at, it's screaming at each other. As fellow bloggers and attention-whores, we recently realized a good way to transform our madness into Youtube glory might be to get drunk and film ourselves debating completely random ass topics. We posted on our Facebook walls, requesting that our friends offer us debate topics. We then went to town on a bottle of Captain Morgan and produced the following. There are 5 videos total. Instead of bashing you all over the head with them at once, we've decided to break them into two posts on our respective blogs. Expect the next batch in about a week.

So here's how it works: Watch, enjoy, then write in the comments who you think the winner of each debate is. Ann kicks kittens for fun, so you're probably going to want to vote for me. Also, if you remember that we live in an apartment, and that our neighbors probably heard every word of our drunken hollering, you will undoubtedly get much more enjoyment out of these videos.

Without further ado, I shame-facedly present Drunken Debates.

Katie J sings Katie Dill

Have you all heard of Katie Dill? If you haven't, you should go listen to her music right now. She's got a killer smokey old-timey voice and plays a mean uke. This is probably my favorite song by her.

Internet Wonders

Hello, Internet. I have been up to some very important things this week, perusing you and your many splendors. Allow me to share some of my favorite recent aspects of yourself with you.

I am all the crap about these songs as of late.

So... when I first heard the following song on the radio, I thought it was some sweet indie band and thought it was maybe the most adorable song I'd ever heard. I later learned it was by One Direction and have been hating myself ever since. Every time it comes on the radio I love it and subsequently die a little inside.

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This project is cool and I love it. It's haunting and transfixing and kind of sexy and, as the first commenter says, looks like ghost porn.

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Have you heard about this? This evokes two main thoughts for me: that anyone can change, and I love that; and that I feel deeply frightened but also oddly compassionate when I realize how many people do (what I consider to be) terrible things truly believing they are doing something good.

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Me: Want to look up videos of hamsters eating spaghetti?

Ann: Ok.

I love you all. Have a great weekend, peaches.

Seriously, Coffee Drinkers are the Coolest

I think I want to become a coffee drinker.

I am a decided tea drinker. I'm a total tea snob, drink expensive, loose leaf tea almost exclusively (it would be completely exclusive if I could afford it) and think derisive thoughts about people who don't know the difference between green tea and oolong.*

But. Coffee smells really good. And a few weeks ago I went into Big Bear Cafe and looked around at all the cool, intellectual-looking coffee drinkers. I began to fantasize about being the kind of girl that hangs out in coffee shops, sipping away at her fair trade, freshly ground coffee, hiding behind a battered copy of On the Road as I peer at it from behind my hipster glasses and cozy, hand-knitted scarf, occasionally getting into debates with fellow coffee-shop dwellers on various types of roasts. I started to get pretty excited about it.

However, I have the caffeine tolerance of a nervous gerbil. Once, while working in the scene shop in college, the head of the shop took us all out for coffee first thing in the morning, since it was a fairly light day. 16oz of coffee later and I'm crouched on top of my chair, shaking slightly and chattering at about 147537 words per minute. I pause briefly to notice everyone staring at me, looking mildly alarmed. Steve (scene shop boss man) then says, "Hoookay. Well. When we get back, I'm handing Katie a piece of sandpaper, and it is everyone's responsibility to keep her away from the power tools."

What can I say? I'm an excitable person with a zest for life and a shit ton of energy. I really don't need caffeine.

However, I gradually coaxed my body into being able to handle the low amounts of caffeine in tea, and I am determined to do the same with coffee. And don't tell me to just drink decaf. I've had that shit, and it totally doesn't taste as good. Plus, my coffee shop fantasy involves me being one of those people who wakes up in the morning and says, "My god, I simply HAVE to have coffee before I can function." It seems more legit to me.

So, I've been upping my morning cup of tea to two cups. This seems like it wouldn't be that big of a deal, and on most days, it isn't. Thing is, most days I drink two cups of tea and then power walk for about five hours. Today, I'm working from home and I am BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. I'm trying to keep a lock down on it for Ann's sake, and I think I'm doing a decent-ish job. Under the surface, though, my little heart is pounding like a hummingbird on crack.

I don't know why my caffeine tolerance is so low. I don't really know why I am actively trying to beat my body into a caffeine addiction, when most people would kill for my alarming levels of energy. And I'm not giving up on tea. I'll still love tea forever. I guess when some people are bored, they do productive things, whereas I just search for more substances my body can become dependent on. Whatever. I'll see you at the coffee house, bitchlets.

*That's totally not true. I'm actually very nice and rarely think snobby thoughts.