Alright, that's it for Halloween

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I used to like getting dressed up for Halloween, it was fun. But as I got older my mom stopped making my Halloween costumes. Therefore, I started getting sloppy and lazy. By sloppy and lazy, of course, I mean that I went to the Halloween dance every year during high school and never once dressed up in costume (not counting the year I wore Marissa's shirt and said I was Marissa for Halloween).

So here I am, a freshman in college, and even though I did not go out to Halloween parties on the weekend like a majority of people I still got to see all the Halloween costumes. The guys had some nice unique costumes, but the girls were all dressed as the same thing. They were all what appeared to be hookers: nurse hookers, pirate hookers, bunny hookers, etc. Okay, so that was a little harsh, but come on...I realize that Halloween in college is not who can be the scariest, it's who can be the sluttiest. It's rather sad what the world has come to.

So I did have to find a costume for the Halloween party in my English class today. And of course I wanted to do something that involved, well, no work whatsoever. So I went to Wal Mart and bought a cowboy hat. It's like the easiest costume ever. All I had to do is wear my black boots, jeans, a flannel shirt, the cowboy hat, and braid my hair. Not hard at all. I'm so lazy...

Oh, and the trick or treaters from Oxford came through our dorms last night. They were so cute, but so many. We ran out of candy before trick or treating was even half way over. I felt really bad. But anyway, my favorite costume was the little boy as Nemo. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Alright, that's it for Halloween. Next up, Thanksgiving!

Peace out,

Katherine

Not a Halloween kind of girl

Halloween is upon us once again (although you wouldn't know from all the Christmas merchandise in Wal Mart). It's that time of year for all the little kids to get dressed up, for the nice old ladies with the cats to get excited about having company, and for the college students to dress in skimpy costumes and get drunk. What a holiday...

After some careful consideration I realize that I'm just not a Halloween kind of girl. But that doesn't mean I haven't had some memorable Halloweens in my past. So memorable, in fact, that I deem them worthy enough to share. So here they are, my top five favorite Halloweens.

1. Kindergarten: I don't remember wanting to be a clown, maybe I did. Or maybe my mom decided it would be cute. I had the ruffles around the arms, legs, and neck. Plus the hat with the ball on the end. And don't forget, the bright face paint. Needless to say, I was the most adorable clown ever.

2. Fifth grade: Danielle Leckrone was dating David Hall, Bri Hansen was dating Kyle Gillette, and I was on and off again with Dustin Rambacher. We all went to David's Halloween party and Bri and I dressed in Camoflauge, I suppose we were army girls or something. There was a hayride that so conveniently broke down in the middle of a graveyard. I cried, so it conveniently started back up. Later, Bri and I were looking for our dates and we found them, along with many other guys surrounding Dustin, who was crying. David's mom made us talk, and he still liked me...so we left the party dating again.

3. Sixth grade: Brittany, Marissa, and I got all dressed up. Britt was a dog, I was a princess, and Marissa was something I don't remember. We separated from my other cousins to see who could get the most candy in the two hours we had. Marissa, Britt, and I were doing really well until we got to this one house. Britt was running up the concrete steps to the porch and tripped. She scraped her leg and we ended up stopping for the night. Luckily, time was almost up anyway. Now, the reason this Halloween was so memorable? The next year Britt tripped and scraped her leg again, at the exact same house.

4. Eighth grade: Ashley Eagle, Marissa, and I were going to pass out candy at my mom's friend, Denise Gallagher's house. We wanted to be something really cool, so we decided to be Charlie's Angels. We bought cute tops and pants and did our hair all pretty. Marissa was Natalie, Ashley was Dylan, and I was the best one, Alex. We thought we looked great, which we did, but unfortunately nobody even realized we were dressed up in costumes. But had they known, we would have been the most awesome Charlie's Angels ever.

5. Junior year: I wasn't going to go to the Halloween dance, but decided last minute I might as well go. However, I didn't have a costume or anything. I had an inside source tell me that Seth and Jimmy were going to go as Mario and Luigi and she said that I should surprise them and go as Princess Peach. So I actually spent a good amount of time looking for a pink dress and etc. I got very close a few times to actually finding a costume, but ran out of time and couldn't pull it off. So I just went to the dance as myself. Oh well, it was still fun.

After looking at my best Halloween moments you are probably convinced that I am indeed not a Halloween kind of girl. But that's alright, I take pride in being a faithful Christmas fan. Have a happy and safe Halloween everyone! Peace out!

Katherine

An Evening with Kip and Pedro

WARNING: Reading the blog entry below may cause severe cases of jealousy and require you to listen to Katherine brag next time you talk to her.

About a month ago I was told by one, Kenneth Libben, that the Napoleon Dynamite cast was coming here to Oxford to speak. However, since it was actually my college and I hadn't heard anything about it I dismissed the idea. I have never been more glad to admit that I was wrong.

Today after our Education class Marissa and I hurried to Shriver to get in line so we could have good seats for none other than Aaron Ruell (Kip) and Efren Ramirez (Pedro) from Napoleon Dynamite! After waiting for only a few minutes we went into the room and found seats in the seventh row (not bad) away from the stage. And finally at 7:05 the guys were graciously introduced and came out, sitting comfortably in their chairs, each with a microphone.

Now this is how it all went down. For an hour students would go up to two microphones placed in the isles and ask them questions. They ranged from quesitons about the movie and their characters to their life and projects they're working on. There were many interesting questions asked, such as if any scenes were improvised in the movie (Answer: The song Kip sings for the wedding at the end of the wedding).

As Efren slipped in and out of the Pedro voice and Aaron repeatedly told people his real name is Aaron, not Kip, we enjoyed their answers and comments. It was so fascinating to hear the inspirations and ideas behind the movie and its making. Now I don't want to reveal all the secrets for fear that I won't have anything intersting to say when people ask me about my experience. But for instance, Kip's character was loosely based (or not so loosely) on Aaron's real life brother. Funny story, described in detail by Aaron.

When the questions died down people began to discretely leave the room in hopes of getting in line early for the autographing. Following our friends who slipped out a bit early Marissa and I too got in line (though I felt as if I was being rude and was cheating somehow). After about fifteen minutes of waiting we got our papers signed by both guys and actually got a picture with them! Totally cool.

It was definitely an awesome experience. And although there is the chance that years from now Napoleon Dynamite will be forgotten and Aaron and Efren will be long gone from the hollywood scene (or perhaps not) I will still be very excited when I remember that I totally have an autograph and picture with them! Boo yah!

And since I cannot leave you without one single quote from the movie I shall dote upon you Aaron's favorite: "I caught you a delicious bass."

Peace out all you jealous Napoleon Dynamite fans!

Katherine

My New Philosophy

I was definitely tired last night when I climbed (literally, because I am on the top bunk) into bed at 2 o'clock in the morning. So why, I ask you, even when I'm unbelievably tired can I still not fall asleep right away? It took me at least an hour to finally fall asleep last night. The last time I looked at the clock is was 3:13. Last night I just lay in bed thinking. Thinking about a lot of stuff because an hour is an awfully long time, ESPECIALLY when you can't sleep.

As I lay in bed changing positions every few minutes I suddenly wished I were at home in my nice warm waterbed. If I were at home in my nice warm waterbed maybe I could sleep better. Come to think of it, if I were at home in my nice warm waterbed I would actually be home. Maybe that's the source, maybe that's why I can't sleep at night. So this brought me to an interesting question; the question of change.

I know what you're thinking, change isn't a question. In fact, it's more of a fact. The fact is, life changes, and quite often at that. But the question I find is whether we want change. And the truth is, we don't. Nobody likes change. They may claim they like change, but they really don't. They only say that because they know something is different and there's nothing they can do about it. Kudos to those people who claim to like change, because certainly they are the most optimistic people.

So normally I don't even recall what I thought about the night before, but today I was reminded in my Theatre Appreciation class (that I was almost late to, by the way). The topic of discussion today was the play "The Cherry Orchard." Since I'm assuming most people haven't heard of this play, I will tell you that the main theme is change. So the entire topic was about change. And my professor's theory on change, you ask? He says that we fear change because in order to change we must leave our comfort zone.

Now I am definitely one to admit that I don't like change. I mean, come on, I've had the same exact ringer on my cell phone since the day I got it almost two years ago. I fear change. I want to avoid it as much as possible. But you know what, you can't avoid change, it's inevitable. The question is not whether we want change because the answer is obvious. The question is whether we want change to change us. When change occurrs you can accept that change happened and go along as if nothing is different, or you can let the change change you.

So I leave you with this bit of information in hopes that we will learn to understand that change is a fact, but more importantly a choice. Life is change. But growth is optional. Choose wisely.

Katherine

Sorry boys

So I woke up this morning rather easily, just turned off my alarm and hopped out of bed. Now, this used to be me in high school, but since I've gotten to college it has not been the case. My roomate has had to wake me up several times because I sleep through like three alarms. So why I woke up so easily and am not tired right now is beyond me...

I came back from my 8 a.m. surprisingly alarm and awake. And since I check my e-mail at least four times a day I decided I might as well start early, not actually thinking that anyone would be crazy enough to e-mail me so early, especially because no one but family e-mails me. But to my surprise my cousin, Tyrus, who is living in France for several months, had an interesting request:

"I have a question. I've been teaching for a week now and it seems that my students (boys, 15-20) think allAmericans look like Pamela Anderson and own machineguns. Would you let me use you as a presentation topic? I'd like to do a short PowerPoint/handout of you detailing where you've lived, where you work, what you drive, what sports you play, if you have any guns, and if you practice a religion. Please, let me use you. Thanks, Tyrus"

Hm... My initial reaction was of course laughter, with my second reaction, "Hey, Jillian, get this..." After reading the e-mail again I began to think. These French boys/men have an American girl fantasy, and of all people it's Pamela Anderson with a gun. Now I can only assume that this "American woman fantasy" came from the movie Barb Wire, which is basically Pamela Anderson with big hair, tight leather, and big guns (enough said.) This is how American girls are portrayed to foreign men? Ugh. So I replied yes to my cousin, thinking of the 99% of American girls who don't look like Pamela Anderson. Oh, how disappointed these French guys will be once they realize that all American girls are not Pamela Anderson with guns, but in fact, short red-haired twins with books. Sorry boys.

Peace out!

Katherine

A good night sleep just means you had a boring night

I realize I'm in college and I'm supposed to be having the time of my life away from home, but is it really so bad that I love going home? I mean, it's not like I really miss home so much that I want to be there all the time. It's just now that I'm far away I appreciate how much I love my family and friends and that little town.

Since it was our fall break and we didn't have classes Friday Marissa and I went home for the weekend. The ride home was very nice. My dad told us his life story starting after he graduated from high school. He talked about when he was drafted to Vietnam and his girlfriends and stuff. Apparently my dad was the type who feel in love easily. I can see that...When we got home Thursday night Tiffani came over and we got to talk about burnt cookies. I felt sort of left out. Marissa and Tiffani have burnt cookies and I don't (but I suppose that's a good thing...)

Friday Marissa and I took my mom out to eat at Broken Rocks Cafe, that yummy place I used to work at and probably will this summer...(*sigh*). Then we went back to my mom's classroom and helped out. I painted the kid's hands with black paint and then helped them make a spider with their handprint. It was fun. Then Marissa and I made spiders with our handprints. Heehee. Kindergarten is fun. Then as we were leaving the school, Brandon was on top of the slide and we were really confused because he was supposed to be in school. But it turns out he was in school, the Horticulture class was working on the goal at the soccer field. It's so strange to think that high school continues once you leave...weird.

Then Marissa and I went shopping and I got two new shirts and a pair of pants to wear with my hooker boots. Yay! We were going to see Elizabethtown with Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst, which I really really really want to see. And hopefully I will see it soon. After shopping we went to the LHS football game where I saw my Seth play during half time, my Will play football, and my beautiful cheerleaders. Then after the game we went to Bri's house to check it out. She just got engaged and moved into a very nice house. Then we went back home and Will came over after the game. So while Tiff slept on the couch Marissa, Will, and I talked until around 3 in the morning, as usual.

Saturday morning Tiffani treated Marissa and I to breakfast at Broken Rocks since we were each others sweeties for Sweetest Day. It was a very yummy breakfast and we were served by the wonderful Mike Carroll, who is awesome because he gave us a free cinnamon roll. Then we went back home and watched Guess Who and I came to the conclusion that I really only like Asthon Kutcher when he's not trying so hard to be funny, like in A Lot Like Love. Then Marissa and I went to the soccer game and watched Greg play, which he made a goal and they won.

I was going to take a nap when I got home, but I ended up reading a magazine and then getting a call from my silly cousin, Brittany. We talked for a long time and it was definitely worth the lack of sleep because I only get to talk to her online. Then Kenneth Michael Libben came over like an hour early for the movie night so we went to rent some videos. Movie night started off slow, especially while we were watching the newest Disney Channel movie, Twitches. It's about Twin witches...I have to say that it's the worst Disney Channel movie yet (and most of them are pretty bad). Yes...I watch a majority of them...

Eventually it was a good turnout. We ended up watching City Slickers and Sin City (Apparently we had an accidental City theme). City Slickers is hilarious. I like Billy Crystal and Daniel Stern, and Bruno Kirby isn't too bad either, especially since he was in one of my alltime favorite movies, When Harry Met Sally (which Billy Crystal starred in). Sin City is gorry, especially when everything is in black and white except for the bright red blood...Ugh...makes my stomach queasy. It was a real fun night, relaxing and fun. I got to see all my friends and after talking to Jimmy on the phone for a while I ended up staying up til 5:30 in the morning talking to Seth.

After less than three hours of sleep I went to church to attend Father Kevin's last mass since he joined the missionary work and will be going to some foreign country like Japan or China or Africa or Columbia or something for five years. He was an okay guy, but truth be told there were quite a few people who didn't really take to him all that well the eight years he was our priest. With the exception of Mr. Barone of course, who cried during the closing song. Then my mom started to cry and some other people...and when I see people cry it makes me teary eyed...ugh.

After church Will, Greg, Marissa, and I went to lunch at Broken Rocks (yes, it was my third time in one weekend, but let's face it, it's just about the only good place in Loudonville). It was a lot of fun. So I went back home and had intended to do some homework as I had enough of it to spend a good hour or so working, but of course, I ended up falling asleep on that couch of mine. It is a very comfy couch, but still not as comfy as a bed, especially a waterbed. Speaking of my waterbed, after sleeping with me in it Saturday night Danielle woke up and said, "Katherine, your bed makes weird noises." And I replied, "Yes, it likes to talk to me."

After finding out that I got a 76 on my Mythology midterm I was sort of in a bad mood and then sometimes when I get in a bad mood I get depressed too. And then I do this thing where I try to make myself cry because when you're mad or sad it feels really good to just cry. But I didn't have to do much to get myself to cry because my mom started crying when we left. And of course, once she started I couldn't stop either. It was good. I think I really miss home the most when I'm leaving it.

The ride back to Miami wasn't so bad. I slept most of the way, which was good because I didn't really get much sleep at all over the weekend. I realize I don't normally when I go home, but I don't mind so much because I always have a great time. And I'd rather have a good conversation or quality time than a good night sleep. I heard somewhere that a good night sleep just means you had a boring night. Haha, that's funny.

So here I am back at college. My mom asked today if I'm back in the swing of things yet and I replied that it doesn't really take much to get back in the swing of things. So here I am...swinging as usual.

Peace out,

Katherine

Sold my body to the devil

You know, I was worried about many things when coming to college; making friends, classes, missing home. But the one thing I really wasn't worried about was gaining the freshman 15. Don't get me wrong. I am so definitely not one of those people who can eat whatever they want whenever they want and not gain a single pound (Although Britt has offered many times to give me that trait...as long as I give her my red hair). However, I was not worried about gaining weight.

After a bad first week or so of late night popcorn and such I was struck by some encouragement. The rec center was hosting a free week where you could try out different classes for free (under other circumstances you must buy a membership which run rather expensive). So Twila, Marissa, and I spent an entire week doing a different class almost every day. Now that the eighth week of school is about over I am noticing that not only have I not gained weight, but I have actually lost weight! Go figure. I know what you're thinking now, "All of this babbling on was just so she could brag about losing some weight?" But that is just mean and ridiculous because we all know that weight means nothing and looks don't matter (Hence why all women and some men worry about it so much). So that is not why I have written this blog entry.

While looking in the mirror (and no I don't constantly check myself out if that's what you're thinking) I noticed that I do not really look all that much skinnier. In fact, in my opinion my stomach (or pouch as I like to call it) is just the same size, if not bigger than it was before I came to college. I notice that instead of losing "the pouch" that I have come to accept as impossible to get rid of unless I work out, I have actually lost what my sister keeps referring to as "inches." I have not only come to realize that "inches" means the space above my hips or love handles, but I realize that I can't notice a difference in them whatsoever. Only when Marissa says, "You've lost inches" do I take the time to look at the mirror and try to figure out what the heck she is talking about. So I don't know how that works, but apparently I have lost them.

After calculating in my head that this weight I've lost couldn't possibly have all come from losing inches (and it certainly didn't come from "the pouch") I began to consider where else the weight might have come from. And alas, I realize that my already small chest (which I don't usually complain about because it's not really that important) is in fact smaller. How fair is that?! I realize that if you lose weight you should just be happy that you lost it and not complain, but it's like selling your body to the devil.

Devil: Yes, you can lose weight, but you're going to have to give me something in return.
Me: Yes, take whatever you want. Just let me lose weight!
Devil: Alright, it's a deal. Sign here. (I sign)

After a week or so...

Me: Wow the scale says I lost a few pounds...but I still look the same...
Devil: Yes, but look. You've lost inches.
Me: What the heck are inches? They don't do anything...Whoa, why is my bra a tad more lose?
Devil: What? I promised you'd lose weight! And you said I could take whatever I want...

So through my own experiences I have come to two conclusions. 1. If you want to lose "the pouch" and not the chest then don't be like me. Go exercise! 2. The devil is sick sick man...

Just something to think about. Peace out!

Katherine

Your typical necessary update on the fair...

As you all know, the Loudonville Free Street Fair was last weekend! I began my wonderful weekend by getting home around midnight and then looking at my senior yearbook. Of course the drill team had more pages and better pictures than the cheerleaders and there were tons of repeat pictures right next to each other, but I won't say anything else. Just that the yearbook never fails to disappoint me. Oh, but it was very nice and colorful! Then I stayed up til 4 in the morning studying.

Friday morning Marissa, Brandon, and I went shopping for a corsette for Marissa, as part of her costume for the Rocky Horrow Show. That was fun, lol. I also bought the When Harry Met Sally DVD! Only the best movie in the entire world! After doing some more fun studying at home we went to my grandma's later to say hi to the family. After chatting a bit we all went down to watch my cousin, Lenny's mime/comedy show and that was funny. Then afterwards we watched a hypnotist hypnotize some people, including Marissa. Now it's this big controversy about whether or not it was real or not, I don't really care though. It was funny all the same.

Friday night a bunch of people came over for a movie night. We watched The Leprechaun 2, requested by Kenny, of course. (probably because of that one scene...yeah you know which one I'm talking about, Saylor and Sugar Lips!) It was a wild time, me trying to study with the light of my cell phone, people throwing chestnuts everwhere, and people putting chestnuts in my shirt (thanks, Jessica). It took a while for the last person to leave, but hey, I'm not complaining. It was a fun night.

Saturday was a good old time. Even though it was raining all day basically I still managed to get down to the fair and see Ashley Beagle and look around a bit. I even bought a ring in the Merchant's tent! I know what you're thinking, "Katherine, you don't wear rings." But actually, I do own at least three very nice rings that I like to wear every now and then. I got a call from my dad saying that Seth was at my house, so I ditched the fair as fast as possible and sure enough, Seth was at my house! So we ended up talking for two hours or so and then he gave me a ride to the library where I was meeting Marissa and Tiffani. On my way into the library I ran into none other than Nathan Donley, who go figure, totally remembers the dance we learned for Music Man (We were partners for those of you who didn't know).

So I spent a rainy night at the fair with lots of people, especially 2005 graduates. It was nice seeing everyone, sharing umbrellas and whatnot. Tiffani, Marissa, and I then went up to grandma's where we dried our pants, ate some sloppy joes (because believe it or not we actually craved Henley food over fair food), and played Scategories with my cousin, Ross (the one that Ashley Ann Eagle has had a crush on since many fairs ago). Then we ended up playing a long, fun game of Loaded Questions with some more of my cousins. Now that game is hilarious and fun! I wonder if I can find one somewhere...it would be good for movie nights at the Lunt house.

After staying up til about 4 in the morning studying I finally went to bed, only to wake up almost immediately for church. Church was nice, I've always enjoyed St. Peter's. Then the famiy and I went to eat at Broken Rocks and I had a yummy Southwest Caesar salad with chicken, not salmon, of course. The ride back to Miami went extremely fast. I fell asleep and woke up at Steak and Shake. Then I fell asleep again and woke up here. Talk about fast....Sunday night, all day and Monday night, and today was dedicated to studying, and basically nothing else...not even sleep. In fact, I am really rather tired. I've actually been daydreaming about sleep...now that's just silly.

After finishing my third and final midterm today I became suddenly aware of the leaves on the ground outside and the smell of autumn in the air. I know it sounds corny, but it's true! After about a week of having your face in a book all night and day with no more than three hours of sleep at night you tend to block out the outside world. However, I am happy to say that I have now finished all three of my horrendous midterms! And I must say that it was worse studying than actually taking the tests, considering they were all not as bad as I expected. But still, if I hadn't studied that much I would have done much worse. And I'm still not even sure I did that well, and I don't even really care because they're over with!

Now I can look forward to this Thursday night when I go home for a three day weekend! I'm so totally pumped! I'm going to see my family and friends and sleep in and not have three midterms to worry about. It's going to be so great!

Until next time, peace out!

Katherine

Oh, and according to Sugar Lips' grandma, I am his girlfriend? Heehee. Grandmas are cute.

School Sucks and here's why...

After eight weeks of college (and twelve years before that) I am convinced that school sucks. Now, for those of you who are in school or have gone to school, surely you don't need any convincing, but let me remind you nonetheless.

Reason One:
So I talked to my Mythology professor after class yesterday about the midterm this Monday. She had given us study guides with terminology and texts to know, and I had lots of questions about where to find stuff. It is important to note now that this class is pure lecture. She talks non stop for an hour and fifteen minutes while we frantically write our hands off taking notes. So in this lecture style class it is really easy to miss important terms and ideas because first off, it's Mythology, so of course you're spelling everything wrong, and because I can't write word for word what comes out of her mouth. So, as I am asking questions about the study guide she continues to make comments such as, "I've mentioned that many times in class" and "It's in the book and our lecture notes," making me feel like a complete idiot. Am I just totally missing the point of the class? Do I just not understand Mythology? Am I just stupid? It's not like I'm not trying so hard to learn and understand the material. It's not like I'm not studying my @$$ off so that I get a fairly decent grade. At least I care enough to try!

Reason Two:
Today in my Literature class we were supposed to be having a review for the midterm on Tuesday. After spending a good amount of time talking about the format and whatnot of the actual test we began to ask questions about poems and readings that we've done, but don't understand. And the professor says that he can't answer specific questions for us....? What? That's what a review is...a review of all the stuff you've learned. How are we supposed to freaking do well on the test if we're not allowed to ask questions about the material? Alright...whatever you say, Mr. I say I don't want to make it difficult for you, but I am.

Reason Three:
So we were given time in my Sociocultural Studies in Education class to go over our notes and make sure we have all the concepts and terms that will be on the test this Tuesday. And although they are only terms that need memorized, and considering I am basically a robot when it comes to school, I can easily memorize the 40 some terms. However, she mentioned that she hasn't written the test yet and is not sure if she'll get around to it this weekend. Meaning the test will most likely be on Thursday. But she still isn't sure and wants us to study like the test is Tuesday and be prepared if it is. How is that fair? Why can't she just freaking tell us when the test will be. Does she not realize that some of us have two other classes that we need to study for this weekend?

Conclusion:
Yeah, I just needed to vent. I'm sure as soon as these tests are over I'll be back to thinking school is not so bad. But until then, if you need to reach me I'll be at the Loudonville Free Street Fair this weekend, and in hell studying until wee hours of the morning. Peace out!

Katherine

I fell for my soulmate

Alright, so I always hear all these stories about how freshmen at college do something clumsy or stupid and get really embarrassed and they look back and think, "Wow, that was really mortifying." And here, it being the eighth week of school, I actually thought that I had escaped my embarrassing moment...think again, Katherine.

Today I was walking into Irvin Hall for my Mythology class. I was almost up the about 12 steps into the building when I somehow lost my balance and began to tumble back down the stairs. Yes, that's right, while my sandal stayed at the top of the stairs, I continued to roll down with my bookbag still strapped to my back.

I probably would have rolled all the way down the stairs had I not been stopped by some guy who was just standing there. He said, "Are you alright." And I said something to the extent of, "Yeah, thanks" before getting up, putting my shoe back on, and continuing into the building. I didn't even stop to look at the guy or anyone else for that matter (and yes, there were tons of people around). Now, Brittany is convinced that the guy who stopped me was my soulmate and I missed my chance by not meeting him. Oh well...maybe I'll meet him later in life and he'll look at me, he'll know, and he'll say, "Hey, I watched you fall down some stairs once." Ah, just what every girl dreams of hearing...

So after walking to class with a hurt hip, I not only realized that my ankle was scratched up good, but I also realized the humor of the situation. I mean, for no reason at all I just started tumbling down the stairs. If I had seen someone do that I would have felt sorry for them, but after seeing that they were alright I would have laughed at them. I mean, come on. It's kind of funny.

So my advice for the day: If you have a chance to meet your soulmate, introduce yourself! Oh...you thought I was going to say to laugh off the embarrassments? Yeah...that too! Peace out!

Katherine

Seven Years of Bad luck, please!

First of all, I would like to comment that I have given my blog a makeover! Yes, that's right! Not only have I changed the background, I have also updated my profile! I am awesome!

Thursday night I went to my corridoor's broomball game. It was interesting to say the least. I wore my T-shirt that we had made to support the girls. Our team is called The Lovelies...Aw, precioius...We're going to have a corridoor picture taken sometime soon, and we voted on the picture theme...Theme ideas such as, fall colors, dress up, hawaiian, even "the morning after." Girls thought that was cute..."Oh, we'll have our hair all messed up and we'll be wearing the clothes from the night before..." Oh my...what an idea...But alas, the chosen theme (which did not get my vote) is "Typical Miami Girls." We will be wearing shirts with popped collars, jean skirts, sunglasses...you get the idea...sigh...

So I am sitting at my computer desk, because that's where I usually always am...and I hear a noise coming from our door. I glance over and see that the tape holding up our full lenth mirror has popped off. I realize the mirror is going to fall and act quickly. In slow motion, the mirror begins to fall and I jump from my chair and dive across the room to save the mirror from breaking. I get there just in the nick of time to save the mirror, breaking two nails in the process. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Boo hoo, girl broke a nail." It's totally not like that. I'm talking about nail ripping down past farther than I can cut my nail to. Yeah, that sucks...I would have rather taken the seven years of bad luck.

Once again, the weekend is upon me. As usual, I am doing exactly what I love to do...waste time...it's just so easy to do...Yesterday Marissa and I saw The Corpse Bride at the little old Princess Theatre uptown. I must admit that I almost fell asleep once, but I was rather tired...It was a good movie, but not Tim Burton's best. I did love the piano music in the movie though, very pretty. On our way back to our rooms we stopped to get some hot chocolate at this very cute coffee shop. I have definitely had better hot chocolate, but the coffee shop was cool. It had a counter around the windows and seats so you can face outside and watch people pass. It's a lot of fun, people can be funny to watch sometimes.

I just woke up from a short nap that ended up being an hour and half long...not so short...And I realize that I have held off from doing my homework long enough. So here I go to embark on this never ending aspect of college life...Peace out!

Katherine