By a kayak yesterday at the beach.
I has a headache now :/
Monday, March 30, 2009
I got bitchslaped...
with love from Katie at 7:26 AM 0 comments
Sunday, March 29, 2009
what do you think of...
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I like it.
I think I want it.
with love from Katie at 8:52 PM 6 comments
Thursday, March 26, 2009
So, a monster is probably not the best choice of beverage at the moment...
Well Hi there!
I haven't posted on here in close to a month.
I swear, I've started around 10 posts, gotten two lines in, and realized I have nothing interesting to say to anybody.
I guess I could talk about life right now?
Well, I'm slacking a little in classes. I can bring it up, but I don't think my gpa is going to be as stellar as it was last semester. No big deal. I'll bring it up.
But, Airborne was squished. Not only was the slot I wanted taken, but even if it wasn't, my calc teacher said there was no way he'd let me make up the final (I would have to leave before finals week). Whatever. Maybe I'll do that instead of CULP next summer (that is, assuming I get CULP).
You probably have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, and have consequently stopped reading (or at least stopped paying attention to what you're reading). It's cool. I would too.
I'm listening to Who Knew. I like this song, but it makes me really sad.
By the way, as long as I'm doing the endorsement thing right now, if you have yet to see Madagascar 2, or Thank You for Smoking, I suggest you get off your fat butt and go borrow them from your nearest public library. (I just watched them a few days ago). And Seven Pounds. And Will Smith is hot. (too bad I'm already married to John Cusack).
Yes, my brain is not working right now. Please ignore me.
Actually, I'm having one of those weeks where it feels like you're not really there. Everything is distracting, and my head is in a fog. It might have something to do with the fact that I'm sick. I thought I was getting a cold, but I doubt this is a cold. I'm coughing my lungs up, I can't breath in deeply without my chest rumbling, I can't breathe out of my nose, and my head feels like it's inflated.
It was funny in pt the other morning though. We were doing a competition, Islander Olympics! And one of the events was
THUNDER!
Sorry.
I like thunderstorms :D
aaaanyyways...
the event was a sprint workout. Sprint to the end, do pushups, sprint back, tag you're next, that kind of thing, you know? I hope you do. My story makes (more) sense if you know. Well, I had just finished one thing, and I couldn't stand anymore, so I sat against the wall, and coughed for a little bit. When it was my turn again, I still wasn't breathing right, but I went anyways and my arms and legs went tingly and numb. Alba says it means I didn't get enought oxygen to them. I liked it (until I felt myself blacking out, and I had to do the head between your knees thing).
:D it's raining.
Another one of the events was a pullup competition. I totally wrecked in that. It was buddy assisted, and my buddy is super strong, so he basically threw me up in the air 40ish times. It was great (and he looks like The Rock. super cute, and super married). We won that event. But tied for second (out of four) overall.
The winning team was totally stacked.
I just realized I listen to some sad music.
There's an orange golf ball on my desk that was stolen for me at a minigolf place.
Just thought you'd enjoy that tidbit.
And a monster.
There's a monster right next to me.
With me being sick and dehydrated, not the best choice, but hey, at least it's not alcohol :D
So, this semester I have to do a group project with a group of girls who are in practically all of my classes (except for ROTC of course), and I have to admit, my group is great, but our project is a piece (of SHIT, for those of you who didn't know where I was going with that). (Boo, it stopped raining.) These girls are smart, but they don't know how to use their intelligence to relate our topic to the real world. It doesn't help that our topic is a little strange.
E. coli growth in different salinity levels.
Yeah.
We're that freaking cool.
Be jealous.
SHE MAY BELIEVE YOU, BUT I NEVER WILL! never again...
(I like Kelly Clarkson)
A trophy wife, oh how cute.
Any ways. I didn't pick this topic, okay? I really had nothing to do with it. I wanted to do nitrogen and phosphorous levels in streams that ran near areas with neighborhoods (before and after rainfall) to see what fertilizers contribute to overall stream quality. Then we could've spin (never again will I kiss you) the environmental angle, and been like "stop polluting our lands!" and smiled like the cute little girls we are. We totally would've gotten an A. Now we're stuck with the "Look, we're odd! Take pity on us"- angle. And that angle is not as much fun to work. I hate having to dress for it.
Did I tell you the rain stopped?
I went outside a few minutes ago, and it had already stopped (5 minutes after it started).
It suck that I can't smell anything right now. I love that 'just-rained' smell.
It makes the world seem a little brighter.
I am obsessed with Mafia Wars on facebook. (On Facebook = a good song by the way. Go listen to it, and other amusing tunes, at www.myspace.com/sbpmd). It's not even that great of a game, but it's addicting. I don't suggest playing it if you don't. Just join my mafia, and never think about it again (*you just lost the game) (I need more people for my mafia, but I don't want to have you addicted too).
But I have $38 million on that game right now. I'm 'ballin'.
My chest hurts.
And I have a pt test next week.
It's going to be an epic fail. And I really wanted to max this one.
Oh well.
So, I might be getting a loft off campus next semester, and sharing it with Ashley for a little over $600 a month. Which is great, because if she decides she doesn't want to go to school anymore (I love this girl to death, but she changes her mind a lot), I won't have too much trouble making rent by myself. With bills and stuff, it'll be about $375 a month.
The only downside is it's about a ten minute drive from campus. So I'm going to need to buy that motorcycle this summer (which would be awesome :D).
Ohh, boy news now :]
So, since I've become single, I've become a target for ROTC boys.
Which really sucks.
Because they're the only people I know, so of course I'm going to want to hang out with them and be friends and all, but that can be mistaken for flirting (I'm assuming only my friends are reading this, so you understand why), and I've had to work a few complicated situations.
Like my best guy friend, Tomas, won't talk to me now. He says he's falling for me and he doesn't want to get hurt. Which I completely understand the hurt part, but I told him from the beginning that I don't want to date him (because he admitted to having a crush on me last semester, before we ever really hung out).
And I feel like I'm leading on some of these boys. I don't mean to be flirty, it's just how I act. And when there are no other girls around, I feel like I can relax and let my guard down (because I always feel like I'm being judged when a girl, who my close friend, is around me). Which leads to guys assuming that I'm interested. Which leads to me having to avoid kisses by pretending to not notice when they lean in. (I'm pro at acting dumb).
HOLY SHIT. One of my roomates is doing the dishes.
Praise the lord!
No, I just checked. She washed one of her pots.
No! She's washing more dishes!
Wow!
It's a miracle!!
I'm going to the gym later. I need to pump some iron so that my pushups aren't an epic fail when I take my next pt test.
Apparently, it's a shame I don't drink.
I learned that at a party this weekend. One of the guys I was playing a drinking game against (President and asshole or something like that) told me so.
I wanted to respond, "Because now you realize you can't take advantage of me because I won't pass out in a few hours." But I didn't. Who knows, he might have had chloroform to use on me if I had been rude.
I don't think that, when I'm older, I'll have to worry about drinking around these guys. They look at me and see my brother, so I'm pretty much off limits. (plus, Ryan says he will beat the first guy who claims to have done anything with me. He wants to break a nose. Nich is in on it too). They (the ones who are friends with Ryan) take care of me like I'm their little sister too :]
It makes me smile.
I know, you're jealous that I have Scooby-Doo gummies vitamins because I can't swallow pills. Please refrain from the foul language.
Did you know I have my salt on my desk. Not spilled, but my container of salt.
It's pretty exciting. It's holding up the toilet paper that I use to blow my nose with.
I think this is me running out of things to say.
Have a nice life.
<3
(OH! And sister comes in 7 days! And Dani comes in an-undetermined-number-of days! And Becca in a-close-but-not-close-enough-for-me-to-remember-the-countdown-well-number-of days!)
with love from Katie at 2:07 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Kids these days...
I know I'm just a kid myself, just because I'm 18 doesn't make me grown up.
But I feel like kids these days are entirely too desensitized to things they shouldn't even know about.
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So I started this post like two months ago.
I'm going to finish it now.
I don't know if I told you guys the story or not, but I went to the boys and girls club to volunteer during spring break. I think I'm going to start going back over the summer. It was a lot of fun.
But that's not the point. I was there with one of my ROTC boys. He had volunteered before, so I kept asking questions, making sure I wasn't doing anything wrong.
Apparently, that means I am dating him.
So the little girls I was in charge of took my phone, and I had no problem with it. But they wanted to text people, so I told them to text Jesse (the ROTC boy), because I figured he wouldn't care, and he'd understand (because he was in the next room, and it would be easier and quicker to explain it to him than anyone else).
So they were texting him things like, "I like you" and "Let's go on a date" (they didn't have the cool punctuation and spelling, but you get the point). They all had a turn texting him (there were a lot of repeats), and then, they started changing what they were saying. "I want your babies"- while it does sound like something I would say, I didn't expect it out of smallish children (remember, the group I was watching was girls under 11).
When I told them that that was inappropriate, and took my phone away, the smallest girl there (both in size and age), this six year old angel, asked me, "You are having sex with him, right?"
Holy poop.
SIX YEARS OLD.
Does anyone else find this odd?
I asked her to repeat herself, and thought, for one second, I had misheard her.
I didn't.
Six.
I'm sorry, but that seems a bit young to be discussing sex.
Maybe it was just my mom, but I feel like I didn't learn that until sex-ed in sixth grade.
Like, I had a vague inkling that the stork wasn't real, but I didn't know the logistics of it.
This is one of the reasons I don't want to be a parent.
I don't think I could do it.
Raising a child should not be something left to the common public. I'm sorry, but there are entirely too many stupid people out there. If left to their own devices, they breed, and produce more stupid, uneducated people (watch the movie Idiocracy to see the worst case scenario).
Now, I'm not saying this child was stupid, but just the fact that that was common knowledge led me to believe that she isn't being raised properly. Sorry for being old fashioned, but I think that's a double digit discussion.
And maybe it's not the parents fault. Maybe it's society.
Maybe it's our fault.
Maybe we're not doing enough to help out.
Raising a child should not be left up to just the parents. There's too much at stake. I don't mean to sound, well I don't really know how it sounds, maybe cliche-y, but I think that it takes a village to raise a child. Everyone should be involved.
Maybe the 'everyone' involved now-a-days are the uneducated masses.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I never know what I'm saying.
I'm sorry for rambling.
I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't seem to focus them right now.
Maybe next time I'll have a coherent post.
with love from Katie at 9:11 AM 2 comments