Tuesday, September 22, 2009

no thank you, homework

Remember that back to blogging post? I might have been lying. Not intentionally, of course. But lying nonetheless. I can't lie on purpose. Like really can't. At least lie and make it sound believeable. I should never be a spy...

School is HARD this semester. Whoever came up with the idea that classes should get harder as you become an upper-classman? Rude. Not only are they harder, but they are more stressful and MUCH more work. Redundant? Possibly. Whoever you are, I am NOT your number one fan. I'm not even your number one HUNDRED or one hundred THOUSAND fan. That's right. Take that. Now if you could just change that policy, please. Thank you.

I never realized how much time Matt spent calming me down every day as I would stress out about every little thing until he wasn't here to do it. Go figure. However, his letters still do a world of good.

School, I love you.

Homework, I don't. You make my life much harder. I'm trying to love you; they do say that trials make the heart grow stronger, don't they? Well regardless of whether they do or they don't, I'm pretty sure trials do just that. So I'm sure someday I'll thank you. In the meantime...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

yep. i do this a lot.


I have two classes in the same building an hour and a half apart from each other. They are on different floors, but the floorplan on each floor is exactly the same.

Story (for which the Background info. is needed):

So the other day, I walked into one of my classes, and saw a bunch of kids I didn't recognize. This is actually not uncommon for me since I sit in the back and don't normally pay very much attention to the other kids in the class except for those that sit in my direct vicinity. Then a girl that I recognized from one of the past semesters called out to me, "Hey, Katie! Have you been in this class the whole time?!"

I looked around, now uncertain of my surroundings. "Uhh...is this Abnormal Child Psych?"

She gave me a look that suggested she was about to laugh. I knew the answer already. "Haha no," she replied.

"Okay...bye," I said. Then I turned around and walked out.

Explanation (for the Story):

Yep, that's right. I went to the location on the first floor where my class is on the third floor.

Confused? So was I.

Thanks for listening.

Friday, September 11, 2009

my happy place

I have come to discover that there are several small things in my life that take me to what I consider to be my "happy place." (It's similar to "Kate-land," for those of you in my high school choir class...thank you, Ms. Van.) Here are the ones I've recently discovered:

1. Letters/Emails/Pictures from Matt (Duh.)

2. Chocolate (Okay, yeah, maybe I've ALWAYS known this one...but I still had to add it to the list.)

3. Sugar Babies (It just doesn't get much better than that.)

4. Jon Schmidt's Love Story combined with Viva la Vida (Produces uncontrollable dancing...therefore, happiness.)


5. The early 80's TV show "Scarecrow and Mrs. King." Never heard of it, right? Neither had I until my (awesome) new roommate Jana showed me the first episode and I got addicted. It's definitely not what I would call "intellectual," but heck, I'm in school for like 6 hours a day and then at work for another 2. My brain just doesn't handle intellectual when I get home from school. (That it handles intellectual at all is still in question.) It's cute and romantic and just...cute. Watch it. You'll be happy you did.


6. A 44oz. Mr. Pibb or Dr. Pepper (Okay, so maybe this is another given, but I still have to add it to the list anyway.)

7. Emails from Ashley or Cait. Awesome. (Still best friends even though we're hundreds of miles away from each other. LOVE.)

8. The song "You Can Close Your Eyes" by James Taylor. Awesome memories, good song. Happy Place.

I'm sure there are dozens more (it doesn't take much to make me happy, fortunately), but here are a few for starters. "Count Your Many Blessings," even if it's the small things, right? :)