Four days!

As of now I am two papers, two finals, and four days away from going home. I am such a mix of emotions right now. I am very stressed because of all this work, I am sad because I'm going to miss Mallory Ann and horseback riding (yeah...that's about all I'm going to miss...), I am depressed because I don't see why I have to stay four more days. Why can't I just go home now?! I am also very jealous that Marissa gets to go home Monday, whereas I have to wait until Wednesday...

katherinel12: I'm going to egg your car as you're driving away.
marissa5687: it's your car too
katherinel12: I don't care. You're going home without me.

But on the other hand I am SO happy to be going home in four days! In four days I'll be done with school for almost 3 1/2 months! In four days I'll be with family and friends! In four days I'll be with someone special! In four days I'll be three days away from my 19th birthday. In four days I'll have no worries whatsoever because it will be summer and life will be grand!

Good luck on finals all you college kids!

Keep smiling :)
Katherine

You've GOT to be kidding me!

Usually when I wake up at seven o'clock for horseback riding I throw on some dirty jeans, an old shirt, and my boots because let's face it. Who wants to get all dolled up to go get dirty? (Except for maybe the typical Miami girl...) But today it was our last class and we were only taking a written final so I thought that it would be a good idea to dress up since I had a group presentation in my class right after horseback riding. If I'm going to stand in front of an entire class I might as well look like I didn't come right out of barn (literally)!

So after horseback riding I was walking up the sidewalk next to the main road into Miami University. Being the only one on the sidewalk since I finished my final early and it was only around 8:40 I was startled by honking. I looked over and there it was, my worst nightmare (well...I'm sure I could think of worst), a bald, middle aged semi truck driver waving at me with a disturbing grin on his face. Come on! You've got to be kidding me! I am NEVER honked at. Why today? So naturally I ignore him because it would be a huge waste of the five seconds it would take to wave and smile back at such a disgusting example of the male species.

No, Mr. truck driver, I will not show even the slightest bit interest in you. Not even if you showed up on my doorstep with a bouquet of Chrysanthemums offering to take me to the Cheesecake Factory and spend the entire day shopping on your expense! NOT EVEN THEN! Haven't you seen the movie Thelma and Louise? Don't you know what happens to pathetic men like you who honk at passing girls? Apparently not, so why don't you watch that movie THEN dare to honk at me, baldy!

Now I know what you're thinking...what a morning, but no...I'm not even done! Not more than ONE minute later I was startled again by a guy in a white truck. He had the window rolled down and he was waving shouting "Hey there!" What is going on?! Do I have a sign on my back that says "If you act like a pig I'll sleep with you"? No! I do not! So after ignoring him I hoped it would stop there...guess again. The creep pulled into the parking lot I was walking through. Once again he continued to wave and call at me, but I just walked by, praying that he wouldn't get out of his car. THEN, as if all that wasn't enough, about fifteen minutes later while I was walking to my next class he was parked at Presser Hall...the parking lot I have to pass through.

As I walked past, avoiding him, he said "Scorpio?" And although I should have just kept walking I said, "What?" in a perturbed voice. He said "Don't worry. My wife lives right over there" and pointed to the house next to the parking lot. Now since that is the only house in that area and I'm about 99.9% sure it's owned by the university I'm going to safely assume he was lying. So he continued to say "Are you a Scorpio, red?" Dear me...was he actually asking my sign. People ACTUALLY do that?! Hoping to shut him up, just as I was almost past him I said "Taurus." Why I answered him...I'll never know...but then he said "You're a bull?!" I should have said, "Yeah, and you're an ass." But I'm pretty sure to him it would have sounded more like "Let's get out of here, baby!" (Sorry for the vulgar language mom and dad...)

What did you expect, Mr. Astrologist? Did you think I'd actually engage in a flirtacious conversation with you? Did it not occur to you that I don't have the slightest bit interest in you? Did you not realize that you're probably a good 15 years older than me and for me to even consider flirting with you would cause me to throw up? I wouldn't even flirt with you if your "wife" offered to pay me a thousand dollars. NOT EVEN THEN! Which I'm sure that even if you did have a wife you'd still try to hook up with girls almost half your age. This isn't Hollywood. You're not Michael Douglas or George Clooney. Trust me, it's not gonna happen.

I know what some of you are thinking. "You should be flattered!" Well, quite frankly I'm not. Quite frankly, I'm disturbed. I can take a compliment, but these are not compliments. These guys will most likely honk at any living thing that moves. I'm not saying all guys are like this...but let's face it. There are definitely more than there should be...especially in the truck driving department. If someone wanted to pay me a compliment respectively, I would glady accept. But this morning was hardly appropriate. End of story.

Keep smiling :)
and beware of middle aged men who have nothing better to do then oogle at innocent college students
Katherine

Summer

Why I'm looking forward to the summer in as little words as possible...and in no particular order.





The Fab Five










My Family














Kalor and Twima















Johnny Angel
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Baloo












The Henley Clan









The O.C. group












Put-in-Bay











Money, money, money, money. Money!







Only 9 more days until the best summer ever!

Keep smiling :)
Katherine

I don't collect...

There you are talking to someone you just met and you're asking questions to get to know one another. You talk about music, sports, movies, hobbies, interests, then bam! It somehow comes up...Do you collect anything? Well, it might be more likely to come up in a different situation, but the question is the same no matter how it is brought up. And you know what? I don't like that question. Why not? Because I don't have a good answer.

I wish I could say something cool like "I have the fortune from every fortune cookie I've ever eaten" or "I collect rare diamonds" (I wish!). But the truth is, I don't collect anything remotely interesting. The only thing I can really say that I collect is movie ticket stubs, and I've only been keeping them since February 4, 2004 (Win a Date with Tad Hamilton). I really wish that I had thought to save my movie ticket stubs from the very first movie I saw, which I really don't remember what it was, but I assume it was some Disney movie. If only I had been a four year old girl thinking "I better save this ticket stub so I can please my future self." Darn it, four year old Katherine! I don't care if you were the cutest little four year old ever, you disappoint me! Heehee.

So since I have only been collecting my old ticket stubs for a little over two years I've decided that it's still pretty cool because I remember who I went with and where I saw each and every one of those 44 movies (plus the two or three movies that I didn't get the ticket stub back when Brian paid for the movies while we were dating). So I think that's pretty cool that I have a good enough memory to remember each and every movie experience. So I should definitely continue to save my ticket stubs. That way in like 50 years I can look back at all the hundreds of ticket stubs and have a wonderful blast to the past...assuming I don't begin to lose my memory when I'm seventy (Knock on wood).

So my goal in life is to see as many movies in theatres as possible. Since I have about 46 movie ticket stubs and I've been saving for the past two years and two months then I must go to approximately 23 movies a year...hm...I'll be home in 12 days. Hint hint. Invite me to the movies! Heehee.

Keep smiling :)
Katherine

Walking and thinking and pondering and writing...just do it

I walk a lot. I walk to and from class...I walk to get food...I walk to meetings...I walk all over campus. Now you would think that walking would be tiring and annoying, especially around Miami because it's a rather big campus, but in reality it's not. In fact, it's far from a bad thing. It's good! Not only does it constitue as exercise (let's face it, after Easter I need exercise), but it also gives me a lot of time to think. And you know what, I just LOVE to think. Who doesn't?

I think about all sorts of stuff. I think about the summer, the future, I think about my family and friends, I think about him, I think about you, I think about song lyrics. I mean, come on, there is A LOT to think about. So after all my walking and thinking recenlty I've come up with a list of ponderments that I want to share with you. I've thought about them and I have no clue, maybe you do?

Ponderments

• Does cracking your knuckles really make them bigger?
• And on that note, is cracking your fingers really bad for you? What about your neck and back because I do that quite often actually....?
• Are yawns really contagious? Maybe it's just a subconscious thing...
• Does turkey really make you tired? What about french fries?
• Is the last sip of a drink basically just backwash?
• Does reading in the dark damage your eyes? Mom said it does...the eye doctor didn't.
• Does getting a good night sleep and eating breakfast before a test really make you do better? I wouldn't know because I have never done either before a test...
• Does everyone shrink when they get older? I was named after my dad's grandma. Tiny Grandma is what they called her...I don't want to shrink, I'm already small enough.
• Is there really a way to get rid of hiccups? I know there's a way that always works for me, but it probably doesn't work for other people. So does that mean that everyone has their own way that works for only them?
• Do you really dream every night? If so, why don't you remember them?
• Do dreams actually mean anything or are they just ridiculous and random for no reason at all?
• Who calls when you answer the phone and nobody is there?
• What constitutes as a good enough blog post to have people comment?
• Is this blog post good qualify for good comments? Heehee

Well, that is basically all I have time for. If I think of more maybe I'll post them, but probably not. lol. I may have a lot of time to think, but I don't really have a lot of time to be wasting time writing blog entries (even though I don't think any sort of writing is a waste...unless it's a pointless assignment...which I have many of...but anyway...). It is now crunch time for finals and scheduling and quite frankly I am going insane. However, it will be over soon and I'll be the happiest little red headed girl in all the world. CAN'T WAIT!

Keep Smiling! :)
Katherine

I am SO excited!

I don't know about you, but I am just SO excited about everything! Excited to be going home this weekend! Excited about Easter! Excited about getting to eat sweets in four days! Excited about this beautiful spring weather! Excited that school is almost out! Excited that summer is almost here! Excited to start making some money! Excited to spend some time with my friends! Excited that I have a new baby cousin! Excited that it's a girl! Just excited about everything!

I don't know about you, but this beautiful spring weather just makes me so happy! I suppose it's the usual change of season happiness of something new, but it's probably the best season change of them all. Well, I do love the change from summer to fall because of the leaves changing colors and stuff...so let's just say it's a tie for best season change. But still, it just makes me have this overwhelming feeling of happiness. Even when it seems I should have a bad day, I just can't bring myself to feel mad when the weather is so gosh darn beautiful!

I don't know about you, but sometimes I just get this wonderful feeling of happiness to be alive. I could just be walking outside or doing something and I think "Wow, life is great!" It's the best feeling in the world to feel that sense of appreciation for everything, and I'm so glad I'm not one of those pessimistic "I hate life" people. Alright...so maybe sometimes when I get behind in a lot of schoolwork and I get only one hour of sleep and etc. I do get a little "I hate life...right now" things. But even then it only lasts until the situation has passed, and even then I still know that things are going to get better. Because let's just fae it. LIFE IS GREAT! And I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

Loving life!
Katherine

P.S. I do however really HATE my computer that keeps freezing on me and being ridiculously slow! Grrrr!

Who needs sleep anyway?

I used to think that I stayed up late at night during high school, but after my first year of college I realize that what I thought was late, was actually quite early. After a year of college I find myself getting an average of six hours of sleep at night. Of course, I can't blame it all on schoolwork since I have been known to do my fair share of talking on aol. However, after this last week I find myself wondering just how long I can survive on such a huge lack of sleep. Before I took my four hour nap earlier tonight I was running on 18 hours of sleep in the past 90 plus hours. Other than the slight crankiness (sorry Jimmy...) and frustration(stupid computer!) I don't think the sleep deprivation was so bad to deal with.

Although I'm not a huge wikipedia fan, I was shown the following earlier today...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Gardner_(sleep_deprived). This guy broke the record for the longest period of time a human being could go without sleep. He stayed awake for 264 hours (11 days). Now, while I think that 11 days is a freaking long time to go without sleep I honestly think I could do it. I know what you're thinking, "yeah, right. You couldn't possibly go more than 11 days without sleep." But I'm telling you, I don't think it would be that hard, at least not for me. I've got it all figured out...

Katherine's sure-fire ways to stay awake for more than 11 days!
1. Always be in brightly lit areas, never dark
2. Stand up while watching movies, and if you can't handle that then sit on the floor right in front of the t.v. (don't lean against anything)
3. Do not, I repeat do not attend school. It is near impossible not to fall asleep in certain classes(like Greek Civ!)
4. I know it's probably a sin, but don't go to church. I know it sounds horrible, but let me just say from experience that if you're tired it is very easy to fall asleep during mass...(I aplogize, God)
5. Always get dressed. This means wearing your shoes around the house, and putting on makeup if you're a girl (or if you're a guy...I don't judge. Heehee)
6. Drink plenty of Mt. Dew OR orange juice. I actually read somewhere that orange juice helps you stay awake better than pop. Might just be a subconscious thing...but I'll take it
7. Try to avoid looking at clocks. Well, not technically. Just try to avoid associating certain hours as night and certain hours as day. Try to treat all hours as daytime.
8. Do not, I repeat, do not drive anywhere. Of course, I mean actually doing the steering, but in my case you might want to avoid even riding in cars for long periods of time too. (I am not narcoleptic, Amy!)
9. Two words: Loud music! Do not listen to slow sappy music! Go with the stuff that makes you want to get up and dance! Might I suggest "Ride the wind" by Poison?
10. If you read to pass the time, I would suggest reading standing up or in a highly uncomfortable spot
11. Always be doing something. If you're bored, you'll just want to sleep...or eat nonstop...and that's not good either
12. Keep smiling and laughing! I know that can't really be proven that it helps you stay awake, but I always know that it's hard for me to fall asleep when I can't stop smiling (I won't disclose exactly whey I can't stop smiling, but if you've talked to me recently you should know why)

So that's all I could think of off the top of my head. But seriously, I think I could do it. Anyone want to try it with me over summer? Heehee. Peace out!

Katherine

Journey

As I sit here listening to Journey's Greatest Hits (and procrastinating with homework) I can't help but feel that I have been disappointing fellow procrastinators by not updating my blog as often as I used to. Somewhere around Spring break I got all discombobulated and screwed up my continuous writing streak. I apologize for my awful inability to make a committment, but this girl can't help it. I'm thinking though, that I had better get back on track before I get to the point where I'm only writing once every few months, like it was when I first began this blog endeaver. Actually...it was more like two entries over the summer, then a 10 month break before I began writing again. So don't stop believin' in me and I promise to provide you with lots of good (and arguably bad) reading.

Well, as of now I have only four more weeks of school left. So I will no longer have to sit through stupid Greek Civ and frantically take notes as fast as I can while my professor thinks we actually understand everything that's coming out of her mouth. Ha! Who's crying now Basedow? I'm hoping that the end will go by just as fast as this entire year did. I cannot believe that I'm almost done with my freshman year of college! Soon enough I'll be graduating! I may hate school, but let's hope that doesn't come up too fast..., I don't want to speed through my summers. Summers are just about the best time ever...even though it's probably my least favorite season. It's too darn hot! I'm faithfully a cold weather kind of girl. Plus, I'm more of a scarf/hat kind of girl than a sandals/sunglasses. But mostly because 1. I look awful in sunglasses and 2. I don't like feet. They're really weird when you think about it. I realize also that it would be bad to speed through my college years because I enjoy being young. Only the young truly know what it's like to enjoy summer at it's fullest.

Summer is going to be so great. I will be working at Broken Rocks again. At first my boss told me that she wouldn't need me that often, and I was a little ticked off, but now she's practically begging me to come back. Any way you want it, Lisa. Heehee. I know that I spent about 90% of last summer working between Broken Rocks, the pool, and babysitting, so I'm thinking that I'm going to have to give up working at the pool and seeing my sibby, Marissa. It's all good though, I'll send her my love and probably be driving out to deliver her food every now and then. I do want to make a lot of money this summer, but I am most definitely going to spend a lot of time with friends and family. Especially friends because last summer I basically did nothing at all with friends, but it wasn't ALL my fault...ask the lonely friends why they never called me. Oh well, the point is this summer is going to be different and hopefully much greater than last.

It's not that I absolutely hate Miami. I mean, it's a great school, beautiful campus, and Marissa is here too. We just couldn't manage to go our separate ways, and it turned out good (but don't get me wrong, Issa May, once we graduate from college, I'll be alright without you). It's just that I'm not much a college kind of girl. I don't really "party" per se and I am very far from home...I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little momma's girl. (Not to be confused with daddy's girl, which is how I would describe most girls here at Miami...) I admist I run into my mom's open arms when I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks. My parents even leave the porch lights on when they're expecting us, just so they'll be sure to know right when we arrive. I'm glad I have such a good relationship with my parents, otherwise I'd probably be lovin, touchin' squeezin' some thirty-year-old divorced guy with kids, and seeing a therapist twice a week.

Well, unfortunately that wheel in the sky tells me I must be responsible now. I have much more homework to finish (or start) before I head off to Greek Civ and write my hand off. Until I get the urge to write again, be good to yourself. Peace out!

Katherine