Being a perfectionist sometimes sucks.

Aaaarrrgggg. Sometimes I just hate myself. If you're a perfectionist, you probably know what I mean...

I just can't stand being so competitive sometimes. Like...I worry too much. I don't even know if this even makes sense. Maybe a couple examples might help.

Okay, so I used to be a tad chubby, k? And even though people tell me I look great, I still think about being chubby, and I see it in the mirror. But I know it's not there, and it confuzzles me. It's not a very serious issue, because sometimes I see how I really am, but then stupid mind rears up again. Jhkjfftfdrcyy talk about irritating.

I guess that's not the best example.

So how about my Astrid cosplay? I'm proud of it, but whenever I see another good Astrid cosplayer, I completely overanalyze it. I have this constant feeling that I have to, have to, have to be the best. And it ticks me off that this is a quality I have.

That was a long and pointless rant...

Le new blog of pure awesomeness

Rant time!!

Hello, everyone. If you're reading this, you've obviously been directed to this blog. So congratulations, you know how to click links. Or type in address bars. Either way, welcome!

First of all, about the blog name--sure, it's stupid. I read like eight "How to Name Your Blog" articles from Google and learned nothing. Like NO WORDS can be turned into a pun using my name. However, I am a blonde, but blonde jokes irk me. I'm actually quite intelligent (and humble) and shun everyone else with my brilliant superior intelligence.

I kid.

Anyway, hopefully you understand the blog name by now.

I'm not sure what I'll use this blog for, but hopefully it can be put to good use.

~Kat