I Was Accidentally Ron Weasley

Hi Internet People,

If you are a fan of Harry Potter you will know that when we first meet Ron at Platform 9 3/4 that Molly keeps trying to get dirt off of his nose. Later when he and Hermione are introduced she also comments on the dirt on his nose. Now I really didn’t think this surprise dirt thing actually happened in real life, but it totally happened to me last night.

Okay, so part of closing the video store involves vacuuming various things. Oh yes, not just the floor, we also have to vacuum out this random disc cleaner that has fuzz producing pads in it. Sometimes it looks like it’s full of dust bunnies, pink and yellow dust bunnies. The vacuum for this device is a shop vac, which we also use to clean out the regular vacuum when the bag explodes. Yes, it’s very glamorous working at the video store. Last week we had to suck dust out of the vacuum bag and it filled the shop vac hose. That night it spilled out all over me and the girl I was working with and somehow there was dust in it tonight that also poured out onto me.

I cleaned up the dust and then went around vacuuming the store with our regular vacuum. The thing sprays dust everywhere. It turned the front of my black pants almost completely grey and I kept finding dirt on my shirt and hands. At one point a customer mentioned that I looked like I’d been hard at work and I just assumed she had seen my clothes. When I finally got home and decided to take a shower I noticed that on my nose and cheek were two very large dirt smudges. Yep, I was Ron for over an hour at work and didn’t even know it. I don’t have to vacuum the store again until Friday of this week, so here’s hoping I avoid being covered in dirt again.

If you want to see more of me you can find me on Twitter, @kleffnotes, on my kleffnotes YouTube channel, I write for The Nerdy Girl Express and run their Snapchat, thenerdygirlexp, and I post iZombie themed recipes on the iZombie Support Group site.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

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Mutant Metal Problems

Hi Internet People,

I’ve mentioned my mutant powers multiple times on here before and I have a quick mutant related story. If this is your first time here then you need to know, yes I am a mutant, but my power totally isn’t that cool. I oxidize metal super quickly, unless it’s really good quality. My dad is the source of my mutation, he oxidizes metal just as much as I do, and he insists it’s super cool. After I called it a lame power, he said if I’m ever captured and handcuffed I’ll eventually eat my way through the handcuffs and be able to escape, in like 2 years.

I have been buying hoops from Hot Topic, I shop there all the time and they have a lot of piercing stuff at my store. The hoops I bought though did not last like at all. They started to tarnish in about a week and I kept them in, even though I could tell that they were starting to get super structurally unsound. They were getting super loose, which meant I had eaten through more than one layer of metal by this point, and I decided to break down and go to the tattoo parlor and piercing place that my sister got her helix repierced at to get better earrings.

I went there yesterday around 6, but I wound up having to go back there at 8:15 because I was having no luck putting them in. My sister even tried to help me and the two of us were failing epically, she even tried to use needle nosed pliers to get the hoops closed and nope, no luck. I went back to the tattoo parlor and their piercer put in both hoops for me. He wound up having to use two different piercing tools, both of which looked like fancy pliers, to get my earrings in, and he had to get me a new ball for one of them because one rolled away. The hoops both have captive beads, which mean that they just use pressure to stay closed, it was really hard to get them to close without the piercing tools.

I won’t have to change the earrings for a while, which is really good for me because I am honestly just a lazy human being, and they won’t oxidize like the other ones did. I am thinking of going back to get my helix redone, I showed a bunch of pictures of it when I first talked about being a mutant.

If you want to see more of me and my mutant metal eating you can find me on Twitter, @kleffnoteson my YouTube channel, and on The Nerdy Girl Express. I’m also The Nerdy Girl Express Snapchatter, thenerdygirlexp.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

Super Awkward Times At Work

Hi Internet People,

Today I have an exceptionally embarrassing story for you about something that happened at work. Here’s the setup, I showed up to work at 4 pm and was immediately ringing people up and running movies. It was snowing like crazy, which for some reason means that people flock to the video store. My shift was super random and I only worked until 8:30. With all the people and the running around by the end of my shift I was pretty tired. So at 8:29 when there were two couples in line I said I could take care of one of them.

The couple that came to my register was super dressed up, I’m guessing date night, and when I asked for the phone number for the account I managed to mess it up. I then asked for the woman’s last name and after typing it in I realized I am an idiot. The woman in super nice clothes and makeup was totally my doctor. Oh and not just any doctor, my lady doctor, which makes this extra awkward. I then proceeded to say Oh my gosh I do know you. I’m so sorry. Then because I was super embarrassed and nervous I started babbling about how a customer had come in and asked if I was related to her once.

Oh yeah, a woman came into the store about a month ago and while I was scanning her movies asked if I was related to Dr. *name redacted because of privacy things* and I said, nope, but she’s my doctor so yeah. Then this woman and I laughed because it’s really weird talking about your lady doctor with a random stranger unless you have somehow found yourself in a situation where random strangers are asking you who to see about their lady bits. This doesn’t happen, it’s not a thing, no one of any gender has ever asked me who’s a good lady doctor in my area for any reason ever.

Now back to the awkward events that happened just last night. After telling my doctor that story I turned the color of a tomato because I blush when I’m nervous, and I happened to be wearing a red shirt. Oh yeah, I bet I looked the picture of put together. I just kept apologizing and said that I didn’t recognize her because it was a situation thing. I’ve only ever seen her with her hair in a ponytail and wearing scrubs so in my mind that’s just what she’s supposed to look like.

I’m really just hoping she forgets about this by the time I see her in June because I really don’t want that as part of the small talk that happens in the office. So there you go, that’s what happened to me at work. Ever had your own ridiculous events happen like that? Share them in the comments or tweet them at me, @kleffnotes. You can also find me on my kleffnotes YouTube channel and on The Nerdy Girl Express.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

Katherine in the Heights

Hi Internet People,

I thought I would share a kind of embarrassing story today because Mondays always seem like the perfect day for embarrassing stories to me. When I was in middle school I went with my Girl Scout troop to this ropes course. The entire thing was like 15, 20 feet from the ground, honestly don’t remember which height exactly, but it was somewhere in there.

To go up you had to wear a helmet and a harness. The harness hooked onto support wires along the ropes course so you totally couldn’t fall off, well mostly. There were points in the course where you had to unhook and then immediately rehook yourself while standing on these little lookout point things. Now I promise I didn’t fall off because that would make this more of a Katherine almost died story instead of an embarrassing story. I had done okay most of the way through the ropes course until I got stuck having to walk across the tightrope portion.

Again, I was hooked onto a line so I couldn’t fall so technically this should have been easy, but it totally wasn’t. When I got hooked onto the support line I managed to snag the rope I was supposed to hold onto while walking across it, which meant I actually had to do a sideways tightrope walk, with a support that I actually couldn’t hold on to. The ropes course people kept saying I just had to keep walking, but I kept falling backward. I would then have to swing myself back to the little tightrope by grabbing at the rope caught in my harness. Every time I fell backward I got more and more nervous, even though I knew I wasn’t going to fall to the ground.

Now for some reason I’ve never understood at all, my right leg started shaking. Not like a little jiggle, nope, my leg was like Thumper levels of ridiculous movement. I couldn’t get it to stop, which meant that walking on a tiny tightrope was becoming impossible. I eventually made it to the end of that section and with my leg going insane I got onto the zipline that meant I could get off of the course. When I made it to the step down ladder the woman at the end tried to stop my leg from shaking by holding it. Instead of stopping it, my leg caused this woman’s arms to shake and she actually had a hard time trying to keep control of it. I eventually made it down the ladder to the ground and my leg was still really twitchy.

My leg has literally never done that ever again since the ropes course. I don’t even know how it was shaking so badly, but I’m totally never doing another ropes course again. Has any crazy stuff happened to you like that? If so you can totally share it with me in the comments or on Twitter, @kleffnotes. I posted a new video on my YouTube channel recently and you should totally check it out if you like free stuff. You can also find awesome articles on The Nerdy Girl Express.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

It’s iZombie and Embarrassing Story Day!

Hi Internet People,

Sorry, I’m super excited because new episodes of iZombie start back up tonight. I know I already freaked out about it on here yesterday so I don’t want to repeat myself too much. I did film a new YouTube video all about what I hope to see and am afraid of seeing in the rest of season two. Honestly I would link it in here, but I haven’t uploaded it yet. I’m writing this post earlier than normal. By the time this goes up though the video will be up for you to watch on my kleffnotes YouTube channel.

Now that I’ve freaked out at you for the second day in a row how about I share an embarrassing story with you to make up for the similar postings. Now I’ve wracked my brain to think of something and I have one that is a plethora of embarrassing.

When I was in 8th grade a class I was in went to the Renaissance Fair that takes place every October about three hours from where I live. I was super excited to go and decided to dress my best, which at the time meant wearing the most emo clothes I could find. I wore a black shirt that said “You have kind eyes, the kind I’d like to poke out” which I layered over a red and black striped shirt with a hood. I then wore my black and red Chucks, which is the only item in this list I still own, and a necklace that literally looked like a toilet chain. I also wore rubber spiky earrings. So that entire outfit definitely screamed Renaissance Fair right? Yeah, looking back I know that I looked like a super awkward preteen trying to look cool. So during the day I was dedicated to buying fake nose rings, which I did actually buy and then wore for the rest of the day. They were really cheap fake nose rings so they definitely didn’t look even remotely real. So see I looked ridiculous the entire day, though I thought I looked super cool, but that isn’t it.

A group of us went to a glass blowing area and the guy who was running the store was really attractive. All the girls I was with kept giggling and staring at him around the display cases. Well at some point the girls started saying we needed to tell him how cute he was and no idea why, but they decided I would be the perfect person to tell him. So I walk up to this guy and just randomly blurt out, “We think you’re really cute” and then we all ran away. Yep, ran away from the store and refused to go back. Totally the most slick thing ever.

So yep, I was a super awkward kid when I was younger, especially when I thought I was being cool. Want to share your own stories or your iZombie excitement? You can comment below or tweet at me, @kleffnotes. You can also check out my YouTube channel and find some super cool articles over on The Nerdy Girl Express.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

Little Kid Katherine Stories

Hi Internet People,

I thought that I would share some embarrassing little kid Katherine stories since I haven’t shared any embarrassing stories with you guys recently. I thought long and hard and found two that I thought would do nicely to get you through your Monday.

The first story takes place when I was about three, going on four years old. I was in preschool and one part of preschool involved practicing your handwriting and your ability to write out your full name. Well for the day’s activity we had to write our first, middle, and last name on a crown that we got to wear for the rest of the day. We had a paper with our name written on it and we had to copy that onto the crown. Most kids were super excited and had it done in what felt like no time at all. I though sat getting progressively angrier as I stumbled through writing out my name. You see most kids in my class had short names like Ann or Rachel, but I had Katherine, which is 9 letters. Besides that my middle name is also 9 letters and my last name is 8. I was stuck writing 26 letters, which I was irate to realize was the exact same amount in the entire alphabet. I eventually finished, but when my mom picked me up I announced loudly that my name was too long and I hated writing it. Now I didn’t hate my name, just the length of it. I still complain about the length of my name sometimes, especially when I have to fill out paperwork. My mom brings up this story whenever she sees my signature, which totally looks like a bunch of squiggles because who wants to write out all of those letters.

The second story for you involves a very upset little Katherine attempting to make it on her own, sort of. I honestly don’t remember why I was upset, but when I was about the age I was when I got annoyed about my name, I announced I was running away. I know I was crying and that something led me to want to leave the house, even if I don’t remember the details. I grabbed my little floral print suitcase and threw in books a sweater and some shirts, because apparently I wasn’t going to need anything besides those things. I grabbed my suitcase and actually left the house and began walking down the sidewalk. I lived in a pretty quiet neighborhood full of mostly retirees and married couples with young kids. I made it to my neighbor’s driveway when my dad stuck his head out our front door and asked where I was going. I insisted  I was running away, but didn’t know where. I kept walking a few feet, but my dad yelled back that if I didn’t know where I was going I should come home. I turned around and headed back and unpacked my little suitcase. I’m pretty sure I got in trouble for leaving the house alone, but still have no idea where I thought I could walk to by myself at like three years old.

Maybe not super embarrassing stories, but I thought they were fun little random things for your Monday. I’m going to get to working on videos for my YouTube channel this week when I finally get a day off. I got some great ideas from Twitter and I have a couple other ideas I’m kicking around. I also have some articles going up on The Nerdy Girl Express. If you have any ideas for posts or videos you can comment below or tweet at me, @kleffnotes.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

I Blame Nathan Lane For My Lack of Snow

Hi Internet People.

Dang it Nathan Lane we aren’t getting snow this Christmas and it’s all your fault! Okay, I know it isn’t, but this strange nonsensical outburst is actually connected to something that happened when I was a little kid. Get comfy because it’s story time!

First a little bit of background so that you understand my lack of snow irritation. I live in Ohio which means that I am used to the types of winters that they sing about in Christmas songs, lots of snow and freezing cold. Last year I actually had to wear leggings under all of my pants and long sleeves under sweaters, with gloves, a hat, a scarf, and a wool coat just to get to work from my apartment. While having to scale snowbanks isn’t particularly fun, having snow around makes everything seem Christmasy to me. This year we are having the weirdest weather and it’s been unseasonably warm on and off with almost no precipitation at all. The only snow I’ve seen has been in people’s pics on Twitter and one of those was Dollar Tree instant snow in a can, which I totally need to buy just because it’s snow in a can.

Now with all of that knowledge let’s jump in the way back machine to a time when I was young and confused about how weather worked. In the winter of 1997 my parents decided to watch the movie The Birdcage starring Nathan Lane and Robin Williams. I remember watching parts of the movie with them, though not in detail. I just remember it being sunny and bright, I had to look it up and the movie is set in Miami so now I understand why it was so tropical looking. Well after they watched the movie on Christmas day, I’m pretty sure they bought it as a Christmas gift for themselves, I remember staring out the window and being irate that there was no snow. It hadn’t snowed that entire week, but somehow seeing bright green outside drove me crazy on Christmas. Because there was no snow in the movie I blamed The Birdcage for making my winter weather so summery. Now every time it looks like we’ll have a green Christmas I think of that movie and my little kid rage toward it. Maybe I’ll actually watch it this year since no matter what I do it’s going to be a green Christmas in Ohio. For the record I really enjoy Robin Williams and Nathan Lane in other movies, even used to watch Mousetrap and Aladdin all the time as a kid even though I knew they were both in The Birdcage. If you want to share your own Christmas stories with me you can comment below or tweet at me, @kleffnotes.

Want to enjoy some other random Christmas stuff? I have some Christmas songs posted on my YouTube channel. You can also find some cool stuff on The Nerdy Girl Express.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

Shopping Take Two

Hi Internet People,

So yesterday I thought I was going to go to the mall, but the schedule didn’t work out as planned. Today I am heading back out to join the Christmas shopping hoard so that I can find the rest of the gifts I need. Besides the mall I’ll be stopping at the comic book store, they have awesome stuff and some of the comics I read might have come out recently. I always forget the official release day for them I just sort of guess. Yep, really on top of things over here.

I still am hoping to find Funko stuff at the mall. I have tons of coupons in my purse in preparation for my shopping. Hopefully they have all the things that I’m looking for. I need to figure out the perfect gift for a friend of mine. I’ve been looking, but I haven’t settled on exactly the right things. For the last couple of years I have been buying gifts online and this year I didn’t do that. It’s thrown off my gifting game.

I have another Christmas song up today, I’m hoping that I’ll be able to find unboxing stuff while shopping today and then I can film some other videos to post. Until then it’s a Christmas-palooza over on my YouTube channel. Oh I totally need to take a picture of the glasses we got at work. We tried some of them on today. The Batman ones are awesome, I’ll try and take some tomorrow before I leave for the night.

Since it’s been a random week of updates I thought I’d share a random story with you guys to make your read worthwhile. When I was in fifth grade I went ice skating for the first time at a Girl Scout event. I was having a blast until we played this game of tag. In the game if you got tagged you had to sit on the ice, well being remarkably good at feats of athletics I got tagged within the first couple of minutes and had to sit down. While I’d been skating just fine when I tried to sit I fell backwards and tried to catch myself. That totally didn’t work and I wound up falling on my back with my left arm behind me. It looked fine, but it hurt really badly. My mom and everyone there thought I just tweaked my muscle. I iced my arm and in the morning when I tried to shower I couldn’t raise my arm to wash my hair. I still went to school, but around lunch my mom took me to the doctor. He thought it was a sprain, but sent me to get x-rays just in case. The woman at the x-ray office said that if my arm was broken they would send me immediately back to the doctor. We waited around for the pictures to develop and the technician came out with an envelope. She then very clearly said, “please go back to your doctor’s office right now.” My mom freaked out and when I got back to the doctor it turned out I had broken my humerus. It was a really minor fracture, but I had to wear a sling for a few weeks until it healed. Thankfully it was my left arm and not my right. At the time though I was really mad that I didn’t get a cast people could sign.

If you want to see more of my stuff you can check out my YouTube channel and find some really cool articles on The Nerdy Girl Express.You can also tweet at me, @kleffnotes, if you want to share any of your own random stories.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

It’s The Holidays so Let’s Reminisce

Hi Internet People,

I thought with the holidays upon us that I would share some goofy and slightly embarrassing holiday stories with you guys. I wish I had pictures, but we don’t really take many holiday photos or really any photos as a family around here. Let’s get to the stories!

When I was really little, I think about 3 years old I apparently made a huge deal about wanting to see Santa at the mall. My mom insists that I kept saying I wanted to see Santa and finally she decided to take me. We got to the mall and headed over to the Santa area, but instead of getting in line for photos I walked to a spot  in front of the little house they had set up and sat down. My mom wasn’t sure what I was doing and said she came over and asked if I wanted to go see Santa. I then stared at her and said I am seeing Santa. Apparently I was a very literal little kid. I didn’t want to sit on Santa’s lap or talk to him, I just wanted to look at him. My mom said we didn’t stay for very long, but I got my wish to see Santa. This story totally makes me sound like a budding little Santa stalker, but this was a one time incident, though there was that year I followed the Easter Bunny around, but that’s a story for another time.

This second story still lives on in family legend to this day. There was a Christmas day, I think I was about 13 or 14, where I offered to make reindeer cookies for my sister. These aren’t complicated cookies mind you just the precut Pillsbury sugar cookies. You just have to take them out of the freezer, put them on a cookie sheet, and pop them in the oven. Well that year I followed all of the very easy instructions and within two minutes the cookies were completely black. Not brown, pitch black. My sister looked at me and I’m pretty sure she wanted to kill me. I had asked if I needed to move the racks in our oven before I started making the cookies and my mom had said it would be fine. Well, she didn’t know the bottom rack was on the very bottom of the oven. Those poor cookies didn’t stand a chance. We went out and got my sister replacement cookies the next day, but she still doesn’t trust me to make them. I also just suck at making cookies, I almost always burn at least one. Maybe it’s the curse of the reindeer.

Want to share your own goofy holiday stories, you can comment below or tweet at me, @kleffnotes. If you want to see more of me you can check out my kleffnotes YouTube channel and you can also find articles by me and super awesome people over on The Nerdy Girl Express.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine

Things I Did In High School That I Thought Were Cool

Hi Internet People,

I thought with it being Thursday that I would share some embarrassing stories from my high school days with all of you. For today I will share things that I did in high school that now that I look back were really dumb ideas. Get comfortable and get ready to laugh at the shenanigans of high school Katherine.

During my freshman year I decided to try something new with my hair. At the time I was already rocking pretty short hair so I thought why not find a way to style it that looked cool. I got a trim and my hairdresser made my hair look cool and punk. Well I thought I could recreate this awesomeness on my own so for weeks I woke up extra early to add enough styling mousse to my hair that my hair looked completely wet and slicked it up and back. Can’t picture it, well I apparently tried to save myself from future embarrassment because I didn’t take any pictures of it, but imagine a bicycle helmet shape made out of hair on my head. Yes, it is just as attractive as it sounds. I brushed the mess out every night before bed and showered every morning, just to redo it right after. It was terrible, probably ruined my hair for life.

Now imagine that hair paired with a bright red polo shirt. Yeah, fake punk high school Katherine was obsessed with wearing a bright red polo shirt that had the name of a bowling alley stitched on the left arm of the short sleeve. I was in a bowling league so it was my actual bowling shirt. For some inane reason I thought it made my chest look amazing, it totally didn’t, so I wore it all the time. I once even wore it with rainbow suspenders and blue jeans, to school as a freshman in high school. No, I didn’t get beat up, thank goodness.

Alright, now that I’ve set the stage with those two embarrassing things, here is my final story for you that combines red shirt and slicked back hair with Shakespeare. In my English class we were reading Romeo and Juliet and I managed to snag the part of Juliet. I’m a ham okay, I wanted to read a lot outloud. In this class each part got a special hat and Juliet got a gold bonnet, which I had to balance on top of my crazy punky hair every time we read. When we got to the end of the play when Juliet dies I had decided that I was going to dramatically fall down, I warned my teacher in advance, and when I fell I knocked over two chairs and hit my head. It was cushioned by the hair so I was fine. Pretty sure my entire class thought I was an idiot.

I hope you enjoyed the stories of my embarrassing youth. If you want to share your own or comment on mine you can tweet at me, @kleffnotes, or just comment below. You can also find me on my YouTube channel and on The Nerdy Girl Express. Oh also thinking about doing a casual cosplay on Friday, so keep your eye out for pics.

Talk to ya tomorrow,

Katherine