9 August, 2008


Posted in college tagged , , , , at 12:08 pm by crazyredd101

Everyone loves the B-list horror movies with random killers, no plot and half-naked girls running around in their panties. I have recently experience one. I don’t mean at the movies, like when I went to see “The Strangers”, which was so terrible it made me want to cry. This was personal.

I moved into my dorm room yesterday and then my family left. I spent hours decorating and hanging up my clothes, I still need more hangers, and when I was done I just stood there and listened to the silence. Now this isn’t one of those heartwarming stories about how peaceful and wonderful silence is, because I like noise. I am an RA at school now and I have training for two weeks. Only the RA’s have moved in so far and I am the only RA on my floor. That means I am completely alone, which sounds cool, but is actually pretty freaky.

At eight-ish, I stood in my dorm room staring at my striped, pink rug and all I could think was, “God, I hope there’s not an axe murderer in the building”. I immediately ran to my laptop, hooked up my speakers, and played my music really loudly. I wasted about an hour fiddling with my playlist, then I went on myspace, facebook and check my email. Unfortunately, no one was on aim so, eventually, I just sat there waiting for time to go by while listening to music. I was, of course, constantly jumping because despite the music I kept hearing weird noises and hearing doors slam even though I knew no one was there.

Like every moronic B-movie murder victim, I decided to investigate the noises. I was really freaked out so I grabbed my hair brush (like that would have done anything) and stepped out of my room. Luckily, I broke the cliche and was wearing jeans. I kept hearing a door squeaking and opening so i walked around the corner really slowly and there it was….

… the open window that was blowing open the door with the squeaky hinge. I honestly felt like a moron and was eternally grateful that no one was around. I closed the window and door, went back to my room, and laughed myself silly. I honestly don’t know what I thought was there. I guess the idiocy of this incident put me in a better mood. I popped in my yoga dvd to help calm my pounding heart, and after I was done I turned the music back on and just chilled and sang along. At the moment I am still in my silent building, listening to music, and waiting for someone to show up. However, despite my wariness I learned from my mistake and am not prowling the halls with my hairbrush.


6 July, 2008

The Yellow Paint Incident

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , at 6:48 pm by crazyredd101

This is dedicate to all those who have ever been called the clumsiest person in the world. I’m sorry to inform you that I have stolen that title.

The gist of the story is I was helping out my friend, Kaitlin, who is a camp counselor. Unfortunately, my clumsiness chose to express itself during craft time. I was sitting at the table setting up the paint for the day and, being my stubborn self, refused my friend’s help. I somehow managed to bump a cup of paint, and not just any paint; a cup of bright yellow, craft paint. I would like to add now that the outfit I was wearing was not my own; half of it was owned by my friend, the other half by her mother.

Needless to say, the paint went all over. I was covered with it. It soaked through my two shirts and my shorts. I automatically reached for wet wipes, but they were pretty much useless. I stood there with my yellow clothes, hands, tummy and thighs as Kaitlin laughed her head off. Luckily the camp had a washer and dryer and I was able to salvage the clothes. However, my skin was another story. I scrubbed and scrubbed in the shower, but it still took days for the paint to fade off of my tummy and hands. I am now called the “Craft-Challenged” girl and I have been banned from the craft corner. It’s shameful really.

18 June, 2008

Milk, Sushi, and Fried Ice Cream

Posted in philosophy tagged , at 12:32 am by crazyredd101

So, I recently had a fascinating conversation with a coworker of mine (I work at Target). We were talking about a disaster of a date that I had been on the week before. He wondered why my date was so terrible. I explained that my date was just boring, a nice enough guy, still not very interesting. My best explanation was when I compared him to milk. Plain, white milk, sitting in your fridge. It isn’t particularly tasty, you don’t get a random urge for a glass of milk, it just is. This led to a thought provoking question from my fellow Target-er. He asked, “If he is milk, what food are you?”

I thought carefully about this before replying, “sushi”. Which he thought was a good choice. My reasoning is that I am just like sushi: interesting and unique, but not everyone likes me; and that is okay. I then asked my fellow blogger CK this very question. She decided that she was fried ice cream, (eww btw), because she is “sweet on the outside with a personality that runs hot and cold faster than you can open your mouth and reply”. I have to admit, this is she to a tee. She has as mixed up a persona, as fried ice cream does a flavor. So I invite you to share what food are you, and why?

Philosophically yours,


14 June, 2008


Posted in media tagged , at 5:42 pm by breathingbullets

As I’m sure everyone who watches the news knows, Tim Russert died yesterday at age fifty eight. Not to belittle his death–or anyone else’s, I don’t understand why he was immortalized with what is now about twenty-four hours of airtime. I can’t fathom why Heath Ledger’s untimely pill-induced death was everywhere for about a week. Or why Anna Nicole’s postmortem child-rearing issues dominated the headlines for a month of my life that I will never get back. I won’t say they were great people–I won’t say they were bad. Excellence or irresponsibility in their respective fields plays no part in this.

It’s just..people die every second in arbitrary walks of life. Some good, some bad, and some lost in the middle. And they aren’t so actively immortalized. Is the difference between infamy and matrimony that “til death do you part’ line?

Apparently, yesterday the rest of the world–at least Europe– was focused on the Lisbon Treaty. Where were we? In Tim Russert’s grave with him. The level of attention and focus given to trivial matters (i.e. Britney Spears may be up for an Emmy) will not help with any level of progress on the global stage. Fun fact, the current state of the economy should not be on a ticker while the visual and audio is an old interview. Maybe…everyone’s given up. The European Union is ready to be at the head of the new world order, and the United States will just have to concede to it. Good game, America. In a little less than three hundred years, you built an empire and then watched it fall apart.

-*- C.K.

Treaty of Lisbon

11 June, 2008

Girls and Their Balls

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:50 pm by breathingbullets

I’ve never been a huge sports person.  I haven’t even been a little sports person.  They were just the things that guys found more relevant than their relationships and had mild heart attacks over.  (How sexist is that?)  But then…in this year of new experiences, I have found that they’re not testosterone-filled pummeling sessions.  It’s intricate and stressful; the game
requires real talent, foresight, and skill.

I’m going to hold steadfast to the belief that they should not be making that much money for something that’s so…recreational.  I don’t believe actors and singers should be making that much either, but…Hell, what do I know?  I’m just a pretty average person that will never be an athletic champion or a glamorous (see: borderline anorexic,coke-loving alcoholic) movie star.

Anyway, it was the first time I sat and watched an NBA game, and it was one of the most amazing physical things I had ever seen. There really wasn’t any rest until the last five seconds of the game.  And at first it was, like, “Why does everyone in yellow suck ‘cept for that one guy?” Then I found out that ‘one guy’ was Kobe Bryant, and dude, the guy is a machine. I can understand why his name was everywhere.  Or…maybe it still is.  I saw some clips of his wife during half-time.  she is drop-dead gorgeous.  I can’t grasp his desire to cheat on her and risk losing her, but I suppose that question settled in the dust with the whole
rape scandal.

I do plan on watching another game if I stumble across it while channel surfing.  I’m really not a dedicated fan–and I don’t have designs for becoming one.  It’s just–the only reason I sat down and watched it was because my step-father was. My mother is definitely not a sports person.  And she hates them even more now ’cause her husband will skip family outings to watch his games.  But I wonder if I would have ever come to watch, and enjoy, the sport without male influence. And I kind of wonder what other things I missed out on learning to enjoy as a ‘fatherless’ child.  I’m still not entirely sure of a father’s purpose in a child’s life.
But yay! Go Lakers~!
~*~ C.K.

8 June, 2008

In Convenience

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , at 2:33 pm by breathingbullets

I stopped writing…no particular reason why.  Everything stopped at once.  My own story, some fun little things for Fiction Press, some little things for Fan Fiction, and…well, this.  I’m not entirely sure why.  I haven’t been busy.  It’s weird, you know?  You have all of the time in the world yet you manage to accomplish nothing.  But when things are moving faster and the world lurches under your feet ’cause there isn’t time for anything at all, you wish from here to Hell everything would slow down a touch and give you a chance to grip reality again.  Or at least find a handhold on the edge of your frame of mind.

I don’t know if other people are like that, but…I have been in Arizona for the past couple of days.  It has to be one of the most gorgeous places in the United States.  To sort of follow up CrazyRedd’s thing, I don’t know how people can choose to stay in a place like Florida where life is…almost lifeless.  This place is empty, really…but it’s filled with so much.  And all of it is inspiring.  And yeah, so I’m back.  I don’t know if she is.  But the time and space to just breathe is really good.  And I think no matter how stressed out someone is…how much of their week they have to cram into one day–in that time where you do nothing, everything else seems to sort itself out.

~*~ C.K.

5 May, 2008

Crazyredd Procrastinator

Posted in college tagged at 2:25 pm by crazyredd101

Here I am, one day before my 20 page research paper is due, and what am I doing? Checking Facebook, Googling Zanzibar, and writing on my blog. The sad truth is; I have had all semester to write this paper, but as usual I am waiting until the last possible minute. I, of course, did not start this paper until yesterday, but hey, I did get 10 of my 20 pages done! Only ten more to go. I’ll probably do them… later. But right now I have to finish writing my blog entry… Umm… Yeah… I think I’ll finish this later too.

❤ Crazyredd ❤

26 April, 2008

Flirting with an Idea

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , at 4:49 pm by breathingbullets

Despite the insanity of the coming exam week, term papers, and “stress” of planning out an awesome summer, Red and I managed to have a decent bout of randomness yesterday. The question posed was: Will guys hug girls that ask them for one—whether or not they knew her. It wasn’t a precise or accurate study, but the results were actually rather entertaining.

5 out of the 15 asked said, “No,” and though the majority was hesitant, two-thirds ended up saying, “Yes” or…gave a “maybe” that was leaning closer to yes. They probably thought we were weird and excessively and eccentrically random, but I was rather daunted by their hesitation. I don’t expect others to be as…hug-oriented as I am. That would be an insane standard to hold people to.

Back in the day—a whole year ago—all of my relationships were defined physically. If I approached you and hugged you, you were a definite friend or close acquaintance. If you managed to get a kiss on the cheek, it meant I absolutely adored you and valued your friendship. Should you get bitten, it was probably ‘cause you tasted good, but predominantly because I trusted you.

Well, then I got here and the hugs stopped which was actually rather hard on me. I’m not an extremely social person, but I really considered that the hardest of all transitions from high school to college. School work’s not bad, and peer pressure is as ineffective as it was then. I went to three high schools, and the people…that had always remained the same in the ways that mattered. Despite social and racial differences among the schools, there was always someone to hug me if I casually desired it. The 33% that wasn’t “huggable” was a perfectly approachable set. They didn’t mind being stopped and asked a random question—at least, not to my perception. And I can understand why they would have denied someone randomly asking them for a hug—back in the day, they meant something, but I don’t think that I would have denied anyone who asked…if they looked clean and sane.

Three cheers for growing up, eh?

– * –    C.K.

25 April, 2008

The Pros and Cons of Living… in Florida

Posted in legislature tagged , , , at 6:30 pm by crazyredd101

Inspiration struck as I was listening to Panic! at the Disco. I realized that I cannot be the only one who is tired of living in Florida. I have a number of honest criticisms that need to be addressed. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Florida. The beaches are beautiful despite all the litter; the weather is lovely (excluding hurricane season); there are tons of unique cities to visit if you avoid the sketchy graffiti areas; and people are really nice… excluding the insane drivers and the angry elderly. Florida does have a number of problems that cannot be ignored.

Taxes are insane in Florida, especially property taxes. With constant drama surrounding the tax situation in Florida, what can we trust? Many people voted in the recent primaries for a tax amendment that would help with homeowner’s insurance. We are still waiting to find out if it will really help. Unfortunately, this may mean less tax money allocated to schools. Anyone who has visited a public high school recently knows that they cannot afford to lose that funding. Plus, if you have read our article, “FRAG You Too,” you will notice the lack of funding for college students as well.

People’s property taxes have doubled and tripled; homeowner’s insurance has done the same. Though there is an upside: buyers will pay less and less for repossessed houses. It is definitely a buyer’s market. All in all, Florida is a beautiful place to live—if you can afford it—but it is hell on the working class.

If you want to live in Florida, you need to get a good job. In order to get a good job, a good education is usually necessary. Unfortunately, our education system is lax. Let’s start with high schools, and by high, I mean high on drugs and alcohol. Don’t think I’m being mean to teens-I’m including some teachers in that statement as well. When kids aren’t stoned or drunk at school, many are fighting or just being rude. I remember being in high school and spending weeks not learning anything. The teachers were more like babysitters telling students not to goof off or they just stopped caring.

I honestly do not have a solution for the current tax, homeowner’s insurance, or education problems. This is meant to be an eye opener that makes people aware of the increasingly alarming crises in Florida. If you have any solutions comment this, or just email your legislators; seriously, I think they are out of ideas (not that they answer your letters). Florida needs all the help it can get!


“January 29, 2008 Election Information.” League of Women Voters. 25 Apr 2008


22 April, 2008

Happy Earth Day!!!

Posted in Environmentalism tagged , , at 1:11 pm by crazyredd101

Just a little reminder. It is Earth Day, the one day a year everyone is guilted into recycling. Tomorrow you can go back to throwing out a dump truck’s worth of garbage. However, for today we would appreciate if you followed the Earth Day rules. #1 – recycle, #2 – carpool, #3 – turn off your lights, #4 – FOR GOD”S SAKE YOU CAN GO ONE DAY WITHOUT HAIRSPRAY!!!

Thank You,

Crazyredd and the Breathing Bullets staff

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