here ya go kate.

I vote emma watson. See?

It's Kate.

Here's another one for me, too. Maybe Dakota Fanning? I dunno.

Picnik!

So check out this way awesome site... it is my new favorite thing to do when I am bored. It's super easy to use, and you can do some really cool stuff with photo editing. Lately I have been editing a picture from every country I went to this summer. Here's some of the ones I have come up with:

Pretty fun, right? Now, GO. Check it out. You shall enjoy it. Or else.

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

Ok, so it is apparently "Doppelganger week" on facebook, which means you are supposed to post a picture of a celebrity that people say you look like. Everyone tells me I look like this creep:

I've always thought she looks super scary. But everyone says, "Oh, that's just because she looks scary as the white witch. It's a compliment to be told you look like her." But oh, no.... i looked up normal pictures of her and she looks even creepier.

Why doesn't the lady wear eye makeup? And what's with the strange hairdo she always has? I refuse to believe that I share any commonalities with this woman. Please do not tell me that I do. So, I did a celebrity face match on myheritage.com to find a more satisfactory match. I don't really look like any of them, but they make me feel better. Notice that Tilda Swinton didn't even come up on this collage. YES!

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph

ps- can anyone tell me how to use a different template than the ones offered by blogger?

evil.

So my stomach got into a fight with a meatball sub sandwich today. The sub was being all sassy and what not, so gobbled it down, silencing its annoying protests and rude comments. but the sub did not appreciate its time out in my tummy, so it fought back. I finally threw up the insubordinate sub. Yucky.

So I was trying to figure out what could have caused this fight... the deeper reasons. Maybe the sub was just having a bad day. But, oh, no. I suspect treachery of the worst kind was involved. That's right. Poison. Poisonous berries, that is. I went to the park today with some Kate, Heather, and Catie today, and we got into a berry fight. These innocent looking berries were ideal for throwing... bb sized purple balls that got really annoying to those being attacked. In the midst of the berry war, my hands got purple juice all over them. I didn't think much of it. I trusted that those berries were simply harmless plants for our entertainment. Boy, was I wrong.

I washed my hands of the juice when I got home, but I suspect that my steering wheel had traces of berry left on it. So, my meatball sub was likely swallowed down with traces of berry juice that were picked up by my hands. Maybe that's a stretch, but that's all I can figure.

I asked the expert of such matters, Heather Cummins, Botany Extraordinaire, and she informed me that this plant was likely a "privet." Upon looking it up, I found the following info: "Privet (Ligustrum)- Ingesting any part of these poisonous plants may cause stomach ache, vomiting, nausea, diarrhea, or headache. Eating the berries of privet shrubs may even cause death." If this is indeed the culprit, I am apparently very sensitive to it. Another site I found said you usually have to eat like 12 berries for the poison to effect you.

Kate, from now on I will listen more seriously to your warnings about caution with plants.

Well, I am feeling better now. But I still don't like meatball subs and choose from this day forward not to eat one again.

mustard gas, dead weeds, and russian spies.

random adventure in my life today:

so i had just washed my hair and i was putting some mousse in it. as usual, my unruly mane and split ends were not cooperating. "fine. i will just hide you away with a headband," i said to my hair. my hair trembled with the thought of not being able to cramp my style anymore, but despite the pitiful pleas, i reached for the headband drawer. apparently everything had been stuffed in that cabinet a little too haphazardly last time, and when i opened it, hairbrushes, headbands, and hairspray came tumbling out. i surveyed the damage, and noticed a hissing sound. one of the cans of hairspray had apparently landed on end, jamming the nozzle into the can, thereby causing it to spray. nonstop. doesn't seem like that big of a deal, right? just set it in the sink or throw it away or something. but it was an almost full can, so it kept going. i tried to aim it into the sink, but the mist was going everywhere, filling my lungs with yucky hairsprayness. as the bathroom began to fill up with the poisonous mustard gas (that makes it sound more exciting), i began to frantically think of other options. i couldn't just throw it in the trash can, because then it would fill up the flimsy little trash bag with liquid (and that's no fun to clean up).  so i made a break for the outdoors, the wild blue yonder, the fresh air. i scampered through the living room, tripped over chuckie, and tried to cover the fire-spitting nozzle with my bare fingers (resulting in stickyness dripping all down my hand and arm. i mean fiery mustard gas, not stickyness.) my efforts led only to me breaking off the nozzle completely, causing the mustard gas to shoot straight up instead of sideways. i glowered at my hair. "this is all your fault," i proclaimed. "well, i might as well put it to use," i thought. so i flipped my hair upside down and tried further to put my hair in its place. so what now? i was standing outside, polluting the atmosphere with noxious fumes, and still filling my lungs with the gas. i was spraying it at the grass, and then realized that maybe the grass didn't look favorably upon being watered with mustard gas. so i decided to use the weapon for my own purposes. perhaps it would work as a weed or bug killer. i walked to the side of the house and began dousing the edge of the house. so there i was, walking back and forth along the side of my house, covering my nose with my t-shirt, spraying mustard gas on the weeds and ant piles. and then out walks my neighbor. he cocks his head a little, and asks, "umm, did you lose something?" "ummm, no, i, uh, dropped a can of hairspray?" i'm sure that clarified everything. and then i continued spraying for the next ten minutes or so. what a grand day. 

so now i have no hairspray, a neighbor who thinks i'm crazy, and hopefully no weeds. :) 

:)

i love this.

KATE JONES

my one loyal fan. 

thank you for reading my blog.

maybe i should let some other people know about my blog. then i might have more fans. 

does this post creep you out at all?

haha. love ya kahtay!