New Accent, RAD!

I read an article about this boy who survived a bought of spinal meningitis. Because of the meningitis he did have to go through brain. Once he woke from surgery he had a brand new accent. Now I think this is totally awesome. I feel bad that the kid had to become severely ill, but I think he was rewarded with something really bad ass, a poshy new British accent.

The article went on to discuss how this is not an isolated case, rather this happens, rarely, but none the less it happens. This phenomenon is called” Foreign Accent Syndrome” clever name, huh? This syndrome affects persons whom have had major brain trauma to the speech (Broca’s area) and facial movement areas of the brain. Strokes also induce this syndrome.

This article relaxes me in the sense that if I were to ever stroke out or have some type of traumatic brain injury and survive, I just might get lucky enough to recover my German and be freakishly awesome with some mad bilingual skillz.

Oh, Strange One

Readers this is strange. I identify my favorite color as green. I heart green. It is very aesthetically pleasing to my ocular system. However, I do not own very many green shirts, pants nor skirts. I also never pick out items that are green as my first choice. How very bizarre

Smell On

My olfactory system is great, at least I think it is great. It tells me when something good is cooking or when something has soured and is thus no longer palatable. My schnozzle also helps me out in the area of attraction. I must admit I love the smell of men. Men smell great! They smell better then fresh baked bread, mint, Chanel number 5, heck, some men smell better then Grapefruit (my favorite smell in the entire world).

Now that I have rambled about great smells, I’ll let you in on a secret, the stinker a guy is, the better he smells to me. WHAT!? Miss Murphy you gross girl you. Okay I am not talking about flatulence smell or stinky feet smell or even morning breath stink oh no, no, no. The odor I am referencing is …tee hee arm pit smell. I know this sounds terribly grotesque but to me there is no sexier smell that a guy can tout then that musky odor of sweat and pheromones mixed with their choice of deodorant.

I have had this smelly fetish for my entire life and I just learned this morning the explanation to it. Reader you are probably already assuming I am going to talk about pheromones, which I am to a degree but I am going to delve deeper into this. This smell that is so intoxicating can be traced to my genes. Crazy, my genetic make up makes me attracted to hairy, stinky, tall men! The gene or actually in my case lack there of is OR7D4 and according to an article I recently read, I lack this gene and that my reader is why post work out, no shower men are the sexiest beings on the planet to me. If I were to have one copy of this gene I would actually take no notice to pit smell or if I had two copies of it I would wretch at the smell of an odorific male.

Here are some others smells that are great: Grapefruit, Eucalyptus, Cheerio’s, Musky Basements, Old Books, Dark Black Moist Dirt, Powdered Cake Mix Vanilla Flavor, Puppies, Chlorine, and Sun Skin Smell (the way my skin smells after a day of hiking or playing out in the sun).

Capitalize, Monopolize and Socialize…

…on your Birthday. Happy Birthday to Toddthalamul. Tonight for Todd’s fun birthday adventure we decided to socialize and try to get him everything for free tonight. What can I say we are broke over worked college students?

We started the night at Joe Carrow’s but ended up leaving after only 5 minutes. The reason being no one offered to serve us and the staff was as usual sort of rude. We left and ventured east to Two Fool’s Tavern. Where Todd got lucky and got a free Guinness from the bartender. I drank a St. Peter’s Stout it was supa very tasty.

Next it was on to Kelly’s for more tasty beverage and greasy food items. We ordered the nachos and a pitcher of the Dunklewisen. Again delicious and perfect for the mouth(1) and tummy(8) Todd scored here as well with a free pint of outer space brew.

Fianlly it was onto Coldstone to sweet our pallets. Apparently Coldstone does not give out free scoops on your birthday (this really made me miss Baskin Robins .a.k.a 31 flavors). The last stop was at Hollywood video where Todd received a free rental on a film featuring scantily clad 18 year old girls fight with pillows. Over all I had a blast with TNT on T2’s birthday adventure!

To smit or not to smit?

If you love classic films from the early nineties then of course you love the flick “So I married an Axe Murderer” if you don’t, then you are surely missing out on some good times with your VCR. In this blog you will find a descriptor of a scene in the film. A great scene actually, a romantic one a terribly romantic movie scene that only Hollywood could produce. What I am thinking, handling and trying to communicate and also something to ponder about yourself as well remember personal growth is my new motto (no I am not taking this counseling degree too far)

The Scene: Very romantic; night stroll on a cool summer night in San Francisco.

The Characters: Mike Myers and Nancy Travis (leader Characters and great screen chemists)

The Prospectus: they are flirting, teasing and goofing around enjoying one of those early dates where everything is fresh and new and exciting still. You know the dates before the sex but usually fizzle out when sex in introduced to the ‘relationship’?

The Line: “Look, what can I tell you. I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit, I dunno. I just don't wanna talk about it, because then I start analyzing and that's not good for me.

My rational: This is sort of how I feel right now in my life . Except the scene is a little different. He has already declared his smittenness for me. So this should of made it easier for me to declare smit for him when I felt the smit hit me on one of our dates. But it didn’t. This declaration actually made me jump back a foot or two and pnder the price of bricks and mortor for about 35 seconds. I think this is the commitment phobic part of me that will at great times in a new or old relationship rear its ugly, sabotaging way and make me freak me out. Crazy self analysis and admission, Huh?

Kat concludes: After reading and rereading what I just wrote back to myself I just grasp a problem area in my personality. I believe in personal growth. You know what? I am smitten, I am in deep smit and I am not going to have a problem with this. SBA I am in great smit with you. See that was not as hard as I thought it was going to be. Now to find my cell..

Pondered Decisions

Life is one big decision "should I wear these heels with this skirt or; the boots with those jeans"? That is putting a decision into simple female transparent terms.
Tu comprendas?
The bigger decisions in life are a little more difficult to make. They take longer to dream, process and realize.
There are some decisions that one creates, does, and then contemplates. "Was that the right decisions", "Did I make the right choice", "Can I live with the choice that I've made"?
In my experience it is sometimes yes and sometimes no. If it was easy to make the decision and live with it; I shall continue my life in this state of "pondering decisions". I will make a choice with no regrets but I will occasionally let the decision sneak back into my conscious in which case i will ponder and release. Latter, rinse, repeat. I think that this essential to do occasionally especially so you can realize where you have been and who you are becoming.
Outlandish Statement of the Week: "Yeah, I got laid and I want ya'll to meet my new stallion...Supa Trippin Antisocial Lame Look'in Idiot (with)One Nut...Stallion baby, that is all a stallion really is."

Harriet Cricket Murphy vs. Mary-Jane Sunshine Cricket Murphy

******That was for Tam, in memory of our wonderful lazy Thursday******
I spent sometime today checking out music videos on youtube. I was going to change out the music videos on my myspace page but decided I would put them here on my blogspot instead.
I chose these videos because they are very ocularly pleasing, I dig, dig dig the song or because I thought it was quit the original concept. These are literally a feast for the eyes and a chock-full for the ears.

Ocularly pleasing:
The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours


I dig, dig dig, the song:
Wolf Parade - I'll Believe in Anything


Original concept:
Keane - Is It Any Wonder