Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday the 16th: SNOWING....
First off, I broke up with Brad. It's done with and I'm not sure yet if I'm enjoying being single. I'll let you know when I figure it out.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
All about me
A headbanger? Freak? Nerd? Jock? Prep? "Smart kid"? Invisible? Popular? Goth? Nobody? Stereotypical?
I don't know, and I'm not the one to give myself a label, because that's not fair. After all, it's what other people think of me that counts in a label, right? (Not to be mistaken that any of that crap matters to me.)
So here it is, I'll give it to you straight:
I don't know, and I'm not the one to give myself a label, because that's not fair. After all, it's what other people think of me that counts in a label, right? (Not to be mistaken that any of that crap matters to me.)
So here it is, I'll give it to you straight:
- The most important thing in my life right now (after God) is my friends and family. I'd take a bullet for any of them, and if they asked me to, I'd follow them to the grave. (Hey, I know where I'm going.)
- My hair grows too fast, sometimes I like it. Sometimes I don't.
- I'm one of those people who will drink coffee, be tired all day, and then blame random spurts of psycho on it three days later.
- I eat my Thanksgiving dinner all mushed together. (turkey, mashed potatoes, beets, squash, turnips, sweet potatoes, peas, corn, and cranberry sauce)
- I read for fun, but I skim for school.
- History is my favorite class, but English is my favorite subject.
- Sometimes I'll forget to brush my hair and nobody can tell the difference.
- I either wear clothes that fit, but don't match; or I'll wear clothes that match, but don't fit.
- I'm clothing challenged, but spending satisfactory.
- I love to write poetry, stories, songs, anything I can communicate in letters, numbers, and punctuation.
- That might be why I like practicing algebra so much.
- Chocolate over vanilla.
- Vanilla over kahlua. ;)
- I'd rather spend a week in school than a day in jail, but I'd rather spend a week in jail than a day in college. (Not that I really have a choice)
- I ace school, but I fail with a social life.
- I like to think, especially if it's to prove someone else wrong!! :D (just kidding)
- I have a love-hate relationship with my ability to see both sides of an argument. (hate being when it's my argument, and I'm losing.)
- I love to sing and show off, but I don't know how to accept compliments on my voice. (it's only mediocre anyway)
- I love writing, but I don't know how to deal with criticism from some people.
- I hate when things come out of my mouth the wrong way, and I hate it when it's true, just not eloquent.
- I love it when I can make someone smile when they're having a bad day, and I hate it when someone else can't make me smile, just cuz I'm being a jerk.
- I hate it when people think I'll be insulted by something they say about me, so they don't say it, no matter how true it is.
- I hate it when people pretend to be my friends.
- I love the middle of fall, when the air is smoky-sharp, and the wind is howling through the tops of the trees, and I can still keep my window open to hear it.
- I love sparring. Actually, I like hitting anything, really.
- I'm afraid of going numb.
- I'm afraid of losing my best friends.
- My favorite color? Orange, black, white, or deep red.
So does that define me? Is that the girl I see in the mirror every morning? Or is the girl in the mirror just a cover up, a fancy title to a badly written book.
Emo today.
Katy
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Suppository Writing
The day before Thanksgiving!!!! I'm so excited about tomorrow, especially since I only have to be in school for another hour. A pep rally's coming up and I'll give you the good details if there are any... I'm not much for screaming classmates all squished up into the bleachers so tight that the only thing you can smell is sweat and whatever the person next to you had for breakfast, and maybe even dinner from last night.
BUT... on another note, I'll give you all the update on my current relationship status:
NO LONGER SINGLE
I've had a boyfriend for a bit longer than a month already, but I just haven't had the time to write about it. Now though, sitting in writing class with nothing but my blog to write, I've got time, and plenty of it. Heck, maybe if I squish myself under the table, they won't even make me go to the pep rally.
So, the boyfriend. He's one of my best friends-Brad to be exact-and it was so unexpected. (I don't know exactly who reads this, since it's open to everyone, so no last names.) We were talking online and he asked who I liked because his wonderfully stupid brother had hollered to him that I liked him. So I beat around the bush and I narrowed it down. Then he said he liked me, and I told him I liked him too and we started dating. It's still really awkward sometimes, but it's so nice.
My dad has a job again! He's working second shift, so I only really get to see him on the weekends when he has them off, but he really likes his job.
I sing in the CrossCulture band every other Sunday and I'm really starting to like it. I used to be shy about singing in front of people, but being in the bnad has helped with my stupid stage fright; the help is desperately needed too, since I'm singing with Brad, Sean, and Anastasia at the "Hanging of the Greens" service at church on Sunday. *nervous*
Comment Please!!!!
Katy
BUT... on another note, I'll give you all the update on my current relationship status:
NO LONGER SINGLE
I've had a boyfriend for a bit longer than a month already, but I just haven't had the time to write about it. Now though, sitting in writing class with nothing but my blog to write, I've got time, and plenty of it. Heck, maybe if I squish myself under the table, they won't even make me go to the pep rally.
So, the boyfriend. He's one of my best friends-Brad to be exact-and it was so unexpected. (I don't know exactly who reads this, since it's open to everyone, so no last names.) We were talking online and he asked who I liked because his wonderfully stupid brother had hollered to him that I liked him. So I beat around the bush and I narrowed it down. Then he said he liked me, and I told him I liked him too and we started dating. It's still really awkward sometimes, but it's so nice.
My dad has a job again! He's working second shift, so I only really get to see him on the weekends when he has them off, but he really likes his job.
I sing in the CrossCulture band every other Sunday and I'm really starting to like it. I used to be shy about singing in front of people, but being in the bnad has helped with my stupid stage fright; the help is desperately needed too, since I'm singing with Brad, Sean, and Anastasia at the "Hanging of the Greens" service at church on Sunday. *nervous*
Comment Please!!!!
Katy
Monday, November 19, 2007
this is my: FAULT LINE
You don't have to read this, but please, please pretend you did and just give me some advice, or even sympathy. No, forget sympathy. I want honesty, please.
Ugh..... no kidding, I'm strange, and I'm starting to not like it. Do you ever get that sucky feeling that everyone's lying to you, and that you really DO annoy them, but they're just trying not to hurt your feelings? But it's hurting more not to hear the truth than to be ignorant about what's really going on? And then you start hating yourself cuz you want to just be DIFFERENT and be someone else for a change, cuz their life seems so much better and easier? But then you think of all the little things that aren't all that great, and you decide that you don't REALLY want to switch lives with THAT person? But then you start to feel guilty because you DON'T want to switch lives with them?
And then you're so confused and messed up that you just want to go crawl under a rock where there's no sound and no one can find you, and you can just be alone in the silence. But then I start thinking of how cool it would be to be deaf, but that I can only say that because I can hear, and if I really was deaf, that I wouldn't like it, and then I start to feel guilty that I would even think that it would be cool to be deaf.
And I want these different things to happen so bad, because then I know my life will change or get better or just have something DIFFERENT happen, so that I'm not going CRAZY here, doing the same thing every day!
And have you ever felt like you had this pent up scream, and you just want to let it out and be as loud as you want until your ears are ringing and you can't see straight? And then just to be able to crumple up into a ball and cry your eyes out because your life is so screwed up, and you know you can never fix it, or have things the way you want them, even for a little while? So you just bawl your eyes out until you're hoarse and so tired. Or to punch something until your knuckles bleed?
Have you ever wanted someone you could beat up, who wouldn't get hurt, and who would just let you hit them until you were finished and then they'd hold you and hug you until you stopped crying, and they would protect you from ever having to feel that way again. I mean, I know God's there, and that he does all that, but I can't help but want someone tangible. Is that bad?
And sometimes I wish this whole thing with him (if you know, you know) had never happened, cuz it's too stressful, but I like it, and I feel so guilty about this whole thing (nothing sketchy went down, so don't get the wrong idea), but I don't know why and I can't help but think what if none of this had happened, would we both be better off? Everything was so much easier before, even if I liked him, I didn't NEED to tell him, to tell ANYBODY. And now it's just so hard and weird, but still worth it. I just feel like I betrayed someone close to me.
Me and my dad fight and argue, but then the next time we see each other, we just pretend nothing happened.
I'm so scared of everything falling apart, and I'm barely holding myself together, but I feel like I'm being torn into shreds and I don't know how much longer I'll last. I'm shutting down, because that's what I do when I'm stressed and I just wish someone would hit me so I could feel something again. Wow, talk about a load of venting.... sorry.
Ugh..... no kidding, I'm strange, and I'm starting to not like it. Do you ever get that sucky feeling that everyone's lying to you, and that you really DO annoy them, but they're just trying not to hurt your feelings? But it's hurting more not to hear the truth than to be ignorant about what's really going on? And then you start hating yourself cuz you want to just be DIFFERENT and be someone else for a change, cuz their life seems so much better and easier? But then you think of all the little things that aren't all that great, and you decide that you don't REALLY want to switch lives with THAT person? But then you start to feel guilty because you DON'T want to switch lives with them?
And then you're so confused and messed up that you just want to go crawl under a rock where there's no sound and no one can find you, and you can just be alone in the silence. But then I start thinking of how cool it would be to be deaf, but that I can only say that because I can hear, and if I really was deaf, that I wouldn't like it, and then I start to feel guilty that I would even think that it would be cool to be deaf.
And I want these different things to happen so bad, because then I know my life will change or get better or just have something DIFFERENT happen, so that I'm not going CRAZY here, doing the same thing every day!
And have you ever felt like you had this pent up scream, and you just want to let it out and be as loud as you want until your ears are ringing and you can't see straight? And then just to be able to crumple up into a ball and cry your eyes out because your life is so screwed up, and you know you can never fix it, or have things the way you want them, even for a little while? So you just bawl your eyes out until you're hoarse and so tired. Or to punch something until your knuckles bleed?
Have you ever wanted someone you could beat up, who wouldn't get hurt, and who would just let you hit them until you were finished and then they'd hold you and hug you until you stopped crying, and they would protect you from ever having to feel that way again. I mean, I know God's there, and that he does all that, but I can't help but want someone tangible. Is that bad?
And sometimes I wish this whole thing with him (if you know, you know) had never happened, cuz it's too stressful, but I like it, and I feel so guilty about this whole thing (nothing sketchy went down, so don't get the wrong idea), but I don't know why and I can't help but think what if none of this had happened, would we both be better off? Everything was so much easier before, even if I liked him, I didn't NEED to tell him, to tell ANYBODY. And now it's just so hard and weird, but still worth it. I just feel like I betrayed someone close to me.
Me and my dad fight and argue, but then the next time we see each other, we just pretend nothing happened.
I'm so scared of everything falling apart, and I'm barely holding myself together, but I feel like I'm being torn into shreds and I don't know how much longer I'll last. I'm shutting down, because that's what I do when I'm stressed and I just wish someone would hit me so I could feel something again. Wow, talk about a load of venting.... sorry.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Growing Up Is What Hurts The Most
Sorry to contradict Rascall Flatts and his awesome song, (one of many. Rascall Flatts is the only country singer I can half-way stand) "What Hurts The Most," but growing up is way worse. If you never grow up and have to leave that perfect realm of childhood bliss, then you never have to deal with losing someone.
I house sat for Mom's friend over the weekend, and I got to do a lot of thinking. Being in an empty house does something to jumpstart your brains and your emotions all at once...
So here's what I wrote:
The only time i can really think is when I'm completely alone and it's absolutely quiet. Well, sounds of life: a door creaking once or twice, electronics humming, the occasional bird chirping, other house noises. Plus, that atmosphere is like pounding adrenaline into my writing brain. It's a rush and I can't stop writing!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Weekend: Homework-free and BLISS
No homework this weekend! It's absolutely wonderful! I feel guilty though because all my friends have way more homework than me, and I feel like I'm always the one complaining like a baby--and THEN I get spoiled by having no homework this weekend... :(
So anyway, the result of my current free-time phase (even when i should be working on converting the story into first person.. :/ heh....)???
INTERNET PICTURE SEARCH!!!!!
why not add a little multi-media to satisfy those visual readers?! haha.
i really like this picture. it's so normal... refreshing almost.
really cool picture i found on photobucket.com
another neato picture. I WANT THAT TATTOO!
such a sweet DNAngel clip. dark is so hott in a hat!!
go dark and daisuke!!! yay for the random sushi chefs
another photobucket picture (that's where most of these are from). reminds me of a character in my friend and mine's RPG
YAAAAY DUCKIES!!!
Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist with the sickest (haha) wings I've ever seen...
WARNING!!!
The following comics may cause laughter and in some cases, loss of bladder control.
Another character-esque look from the RPG
haha. this one's for you XYZ!!!
same character with the red hair. not sure if her eyes are green or red...
AAAAAND TAAA-DAA!!!! pictures galore! comments please!
P.S. still waiting on ideas for an alias, so post comments with those too!
APOLOGYYYY!!!!!
Dearest most-likely-dead blog readers,
(watch me have spelled that wrong...)
Anyway, I have luckily been informed that my blog sucks.... Sorry guys!!!
I'm not sure the exact basis of the suckiness, so I intend to improve on all parts of this blog!
Sincerely and apoplexically (that's probably not right....) yours,
Meee!
P.S. I'm trying to come up with an online alias to use for signing my blogs and making accounts online just so no one can steal my info as easily as if I had used my own name. So if you have any good ones that sound like me and aren't comPLETELY idiotic (a difficult feat if it is to capture my personality) send them along!
(watch me have spelled that wrong...)
Anyway, I have luckily been informed that my blog sucks.... Sorry guys!!!
I'm not sure the exact basis of the suckiness, so I intend to improve on all parts of this blog!
Sincerely and apoplexically (that's probably not right....) yours,
Meee!
P.S. I'm trying to come up with an online alias to use for signing my blogs and making accounts online just so no one can steal my info as easily as if I had used my own name. So if you have any good ones that sound like me and aren't comPLETELY idiotic (a difficult feat if it is to capture my personality) send them along!
Friday, September 7, 2007
AGH!
i forgot to post for so long!!!!!!!!
sorry sorry sorry my faithful readers! though i imagine you're all dead by now anyway (if faithful readers of this blog actually exist...)
sorry sorry sorry my faithful readers! though i imagine you're all dead by now anyway (if faithful readers of this blog actually exist...)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Hello, and welcome to the perpetual pit of boredom...
Yeah yeah. Look at the title.
I'm BORED.
Nothing to DO. Nothing to write about.
Leave me comments about your glorious lives. And oh by the way, if you read this, please post a comment. I want to see how many people actually put themselves through the agony of reading about my BORING life.
Thanks!
Leave me messages about your fun fun fun lives! (ugh.)
BYEE!!!!
I'm BORED.
Nothing to DO. Nothing to write about.
Leave me comments about your glorious lives. And oh by the way, if you read this, please post a comment. I want to see how many people actually put themselves through the agony of reading about my BORING life.
Thanks!
Leave me messages about your fun fun fun lives! (ugh.)
BYEE!!!!
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Addition to birthday list
See earlier entry:
life on life's terms
the dawn
those are AWESOME!!! i have found a new favorite band!!!!!!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
silverstein
i LIIIIIIIIIIIIKE silverstein. just found them on purevolume. skillet's a good band too. just found them today too.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Super Summer: Team One
My church does this summer camp, four weeks of Bible camp through the month of July. My mom's the coordinator, so I have a pretty good idea of how the camp works. They invite four mission teams up. One for each week. They help run the camp and make sure there are enough people and that everything goes smoothly.
So after an intense month of pre-planning (aka. June) we have now reached crunch-time...
Week One
First Baptist Church, Morehead, SC
Sports week. FUNNNNNNNN
So after an intense month of pre-planning (aka. June) we have now reached crunch-time...
Week One
First Baptist Church, Morehead, SC
Sports week. FUNNNNNNNN
Friday, June 29, 2007
Birthday Wishlist (I DON'T WANT TO BE A SNOB!!!)
My birthday's coming up..... In August....
Well, anyway. I hate asking directly for presents. It feels so snobby and I really hate being snobby. So I decided topost it online instead of being an insensitive jerk and demanding gifts over email (not literally demanding, but that's what it feels like...)
Here goes:
Well, anyway. I hate asking directly for presents. It feels so snobby and I really hate being snobby. So I decided topost it online instead of being an insensitive jerk and demanding gifts over email (not literally demanding, but that's what it feels like...)
Here goes:
- Ruth CDs (i.e. Ruth, Secondhand Dreaming)
- Barnes and Noble gift card
- Sign up for iTunes (mostly for my family since they're the ones with the same internet connection)
- Medieval dagger (and No. I'm not deranged, I just like pointy old things, preferrably if they're metal.)
- Newbury Comics gift certificate (a music store for those of you who are so unfortunate that you've never been there.)
- CONTACT LENSES!!!!!!!!!! (another one for my parents. i'm not even sure if they read this blog.)
- Anberlin's new "Cities" CD
- Newest Underoath CD
- Rise Against CDs (i.e. Generation Lost, The Sufferer & The Witness, Siren Songs of the Counter-Culture, Revolutions Per Minute, The Unraveling)
- Blood & Chocolate DVD
Okay, I'm done. There's the list so far....
P.S. Whoever's planning on getting me a gift (*cough cough* you know who you are, brain buddy) YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!!!! I'LL THROTTLE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just kidding just kidding just kidding........
Steps on how to blog: (for the clueless... jk.)
okay. here we go.
- Sign in.
- You will arrive at the page titled "Dashboard".
- Click on the link "New Post". This should direct you to a page with the title of the blog at the top of the web page, three tabs titled "Posting", "Settings", and "Template". It should already be open to the "Posting" tab, and the "Create" sub-tab.
- Title your post. (i.e. "Steps on how to blog: (for the clueless... jk)")
- Go to the large white text box beneath the title box.
- Type the blog entry. (NOTE:: If you are pasting text into the blog box, make sure to hi-light the text, then click the "Font Size" button on the toolbar above the text box. Click normal. then you must reformat your blog. (i.e. italicize, underline, and bold lettering.))
- Tabs does not work. Instead, leave a blank space between the paragraphs. (double enter key)
- When you are finished with your post, click the "PUBLISH POST" button below the text box. It should redirect you to a page that says: "Your Blog Post Published Successfully!" with two links that say "View Blog" and "Edit Blog".
- Click "View Blog" to make sure that your post is legible.
- If it is.... CONGRATULATIONS!!!! You've posted a blog!!! If your post is not legible, continue on to the next directions...
- Click "Customize" at the top right of your screen. This should redirect you to the "Template" tab, under the sub-tab "Page Elements".
- Click on the "Posting" tab.
- Click on the "Edit Posts" sub-tab.
- Find the title of your blog post and click the "Edit" link to the left of the title. This should bring you back to the post, so that you can edit it.
- Make whatever changes are necessary.
- Click "Publish Post".
- Double-check.
- If it's still not legible, repeat Steps: 11-18.
Leave me comments on whether or not this was helpful!!! Good luck, and keep posting!
Monday, June 25, 2007
CAMPING PLAAAAAANS!!!!!
YAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait!
I'm going camping this August. From the 4th to the 11th. My family goes camping pretty much every summer, but this summer it's going to be different. AND SO MUCH BETTER!!!
My sister and I get to bring a friend with us. Abby's bringing her friend Amanda and I'm bringing my friend Miriam. There are gonna be way less arguments between Abby and me. Usually, we only have each other to play with and hang out with. Any of y'all who have siblings know exactly what I mean when I say: No. Thank. You. I'd rather pull out my toenails with a rusty fork.
Actually, my sister's not as bad as she used to be. It's fun to hang with her every once in a while. Bekah. Well, she's taken Abby's place as spoiled bratty princess who thinks we're all here to serve her.
But you don't see me holding it against her (much). I was there once. Abby was there once. Bekah's there right now. And it's torture. Remind me to write an apology letter to my parents about being like that.....
Anyway... Back to the camping trip.
Short and sweet, here it is:
My two reasons this trip is gonna rock? 1) I get to bring a friend and my sister can't stalk us either because she's bringing a friend too. She'll be totally occupado. and 2) My birthday's smack dab in the middle of the trip, so we get to go to the coolest!!!! water park this side of MARS. So there are my reasons.
Our itinerary:
I'm going camping this August. From the 4th to the 11th. My family goes camping pretty much every summer, but this summer it's going to be different. AND SO MUCH BETTER!!!
My sister and I get to bring a friend with us. Abby's bringing her friend Amanda and I'm bringing my friend Miriam. There are gonna be way less arguments between Abby and me. Usually, we only have each other to play with and hang out with. Any of y'all who have siblings know exactly what I mean when I say: No. Thank. You. I'd rather pull out my toenails with a rusty fork.
Actually, my sister's not as bad as she used to be. It's fun to hang with her every once in a while. Bekah. Well, she's taken Abby's place as spoiled bratty princess who thinks we're all here to serve her.
But you don't see me holding it against her (much). I was there once. Abby was there once. Bekah's there right now. And it's torture. Remind me to write an apology letter to my parents about being like that.....
Anyway... Back to the camping trip.
Short and sweet, here it is:
My two reasons this trip is gonna rock? 1) I get to bring a friend and my sister can't stalk us either because she's bringing a friend too. She'll be totally occupado. and 2) My birthday's smack dab in the middle of the trip, so we get to go to the coolest!!!! water park this side of MARS. So there are my reasons.
Our itinerary:
- Santa's Village (no idea, so don't ask. it was my parents' idea)
- Lost River (the coolest set of natural caves I've ever seen!!! basically, the place rocks. lol.) maybe going. not sure yet. *Pleeeeeease Daddy!!!*
- Whale's Tale Water Park (again. the best of all time water park. just the right size with all the right rides.)
- Arethusa Falls (totally wicked awesome water fall that you have to climb two and a half miles to get to)
- Clark's Trading Post (just the store this year :'( but they've got lot's of GOOD candy. Teaberry Gum..... mmmmmm.)
- The Basin (it is what it is. and it's beautiful. somewhere along the Cascades Trail.)
- any other place that doesn't cost too much.
Comment please! I'm so bored and I want to read something other than my summer reading books. (which I don't actually have yet... hehehe)
PO'd: Ticked off or bipolar?
Why is it that all of a sudden, I’m so pissed off that I decide to attack the punching bag so hard and for so long that my knuckles bleed? I was doing fine all day long. My friend had slept over the night before and we had had a blast. This morning, another one of my friends came over and helped me to baby-sit (she actually ended up doing most of it.) and now she’s sleeping over tonight. Tomorrow I’m going to Maine with the two wicked cool summer missionaries and my friend (and my family).
There.
Absolutely no reason to be pissed. But here I am.
It’s like… At quarter of six, I snapped. I was pacing back and forth and I kept snapping at my sisters and my dad and yelling at Abby to go and spar with me, but she kept saying no.
My dad asked, “What is wrong with you? Why are you snapping at me? Are you mad?” And my horribly told lie was, “No! I’m fine! I just need to punch something.”
I went into my room and got my speakers and iPod (which isn’t technically an iPod, but it’s a whole lot easier to say than mp3 player), and which, at the time, was really well named. Because i PO’d. (If you don’t get it, no big deal.)
Anyway, I grabbed my music and my speakers and ran outside to the gym.
Linkin Park blaring through the stereo. The satisfying smacking sound as my fists pounded into the bag and the scratching as the bag was pushed farther and farther across the room with each punch. (Mind you, the bottom of the punching bag is filled with almost 100 pounds of sand.)
Adrenaline pumping through my fists and feet and my heartbeat slamming against the inside of my chest.
Glorious.
After half an hour, I stopped and laid on the ground, breathing hard and vibrating slightly with the adrenaline. I was still pissed. Heck, I’m still mad now. And I don’t know why. I figured that typing it out would help calm me down, but no. Not working.
I’m gonna go punch the poor defenseless bag for a while longer.
There.
Absolutely no reason to be pissed. But here I am.
It’s like… At quarter of six, I snapped. I was pacing back and forth and I kept snapping at my sisters and my dad and yelling at Abby to go and spar with me, but she kept saying no.
My dad asked, “What is wrong with you? Why are you snapping at me? Are you mad?” And my horribly told lie was, “No! I’m fine! I just need to punch something.”
I went into my room and got my speakers and iPod (which isn’t technically an iPod, but it’s a whole lot easier to say than mp3 player), and which, at the time, was really well named. Because i PO’d. (If you don’t get it, no big deal.)
Anyway, I grabbed my music and my speakers and ran outside to the gym.
Linkin Park blaring through the stereo. The satisfying smacking sound as my fists pounded into the bag and the scratching as the bag was pushed farther and farther across the room with each punch. (Mind you, the bottom of the punching bag is filled with almost 100 pounds of sand.)
Adrenaline pumping through my fists and feet and my heartbeat slamming against the inside of my chest.
Glorious.
After half an hour, I stopped and laid on the ground, breathing hard and vibrating slightly with the adrenaline. I was still pissed. Heck, I’m still mad now. And I don’t know why. I figured that typing it out would help calm me down, but no. Not working.
I’m gonna go punch the poor defenseless bag for a while longer.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
How to Deal with the Crap Life Throws at You
So, you're in this really awkward situation and it's really bothering you. I think I know how you feel. All you really want to do is go crawl under a rock and hide where no one can find you and you can just be left alone, but nobody's letting you do that. I might not have been in your exact situation, but I've reacted in the same way. I just wanted to throw in the towel and walk away.
I mean, come on, you gave it a shot but it didn't work; what more is there to do? And the whole thing has just gotten to a point where it's too hard to act like nothing happened and it's too awkward for you. It just gives you this gross feeling in your stomach because you know things are going to be different and you can't change it back.
You want to blame the other person and get it over with and then go sit in a cool dark room on the floor with your back against the wall and your eyes closed and just forget. But nobody will let you. They keep bugging you about it and telling you that "it'll be hard, but you can make everything work out in the end." But you don't believe them, you don't want to believe them because it'll mean more work for you and you just don't want to do that anymore. You just want to forget about it and walk away.
The problem is, there's nowhere to walk to. You're completely surrounded. The whole thing's like a buzzing noise in your brain and a hammer on the inside of your skull. And you just want it to stop.
The only way I got it to stop was by talking to the person.
It was unbelievably hard and it was after one of our worst fights (I hadn't talked to her for a week and a half and those of you who know me know that that's practically impossible. Running away didn't work.) and I felt really wierd. But we talked - both of us - and it got fixed. Not all at once, like magic or anything. no way, it was totally hard and took a long time. It took almost two months and it's still not 100% better, but it got to a point where we could hang out and joke around without feeling awkward. The stress stopped and I feel so much better about it.
So... My advice to those of you who can relate is:
Talk. It's gonna be hard, but it helps so much.
I mean, come on, you gave it a shot but it didn't work; what more is there to do? And the whole thing has just gotten to a point where it's too hard to act like nothing happened and it's too awkward for you. It just gives you this gross feeling in your stomach because you know things are going to be different and you can't change it back.
You want to blame the other person and get it over with and then go sit in a cool dark room on the floor with your back against the wall and your eyes closed and just forget. But nobody will let you. They keep bugging you about it and telling you that "it'll be hard, but you can make everything work out in the end." But you don't believe them, you don't want to believe them because it'll mean more work for you and you just don't want to do that anymore. You just want to forget about it and walk away.
The problem is, there's nowhere to walk to. You're completely surrounded. The whole thing's like a buzzing noise in your brain and a hammer on the inside of your skull. And you just want it to stop.
The only way I got it to stop was by talking to the person.
It was unbelievably hard and it was after one of our worst fights (I hadn't talked to her for a week and a half and those of you who know me know that that's practically impossible. Running away didn't work.) and I felt really wierd. But we talked - both of us - and it got fixed. Not all at once, like magic or anything. no way, it was totally hard and took a long time. It took almost two months and it's still not 100% better, but it got to a point where we could hang out and joke around without feeling awkward. The stress stopped and I feel so much better about it.
So... My advice to those of you who can relate is:
Talk. It's gonna be hard, but it helps so much.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
New avatars for my yahoo and MSN screennames
I just got a Yahoo screenname and a MSN screenname, so I needed some avatars for them. Here are my top two picks from a list of avatars about my favorite book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.
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Saturday, June 9, 2007
profile picture! hope it works!!!
hey. here's my profile picture. i have to put it on here so that i can use it, so... ENJOY!!!
favorite avatar!!!!!!
this is one of my favorite avatars that i have. it's too bad it doesn't show up good as my AIM icon.
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Climbing Trees
Climbing trees is fun. I do so much stuff in my tree out front, no matter how termite and ant infested it is.
I write poems in it.
I write songs in it.
I write stories in it.
I read in it.
I daydream in it.
He he... I even spy from it sometimes.
It's so much fun to be up high in a tree. You get this thrill from the fact that if you fall, you might end up dying - and please don't think I'm suicidal or mental because of it, it's just thrilling - and it gets your adrenaline pumping.
I mean, it's terrifying when your foot slips or you have a really bad grip on one of the branches and you don't know if you can get to the next branch, but you really want to make it and you make up extreme scenarios that will happen if you don't get to the next branch. Like the world will end or something crazy like that. That sounds so stupid and little-kid-like, but it's true. And I don't mind thinking like a little kid. Everything was so much more interesting when I was little. I didn't know about so much of the stuff around me, that I'd make up explanations for it.
I remember when I was little, I knew the moon wasn't made of cheese, but I made up the reason that it was because all the little aliens would eat it if it were, so God had to make it out of something that they wouldn't want to eat, like rocks or brussel sprouts or lima beans. Except it couldn't be made of brussel sprouts or lima beans because it wasn't green, so it had to be rock.
Yeah, so anyways, back to trees.
Poems. Songs. And stories. I get so much inspiration from trees. Not looking at them from far away, but actually being up close to one and in one, sitting on the branches. It's like its own little world and there are lots of little people living in it. All the branches are roads and the leaves are houses. The tiny twigs connecting them are the driveways. I can change the world of a tree into the world I want it to be. It can be a world from one of the stories I'm writing, or it can be the perfect world of make-believe that I write about in one of my poems. It can be my own world where nothing is going wrong but I'm not in total control. I'm just observing. That's when I write my songs. They're about my observations and how I respond to them, I guess. I mean, whenever I try to write a song, it comes out lame and emotionless. But if I just write my thoughts down - however random they may be - the end result isn't half-bad.
Again, with the reading. I can recreate the world of the book around me and I can picture what is happening. Sometimes I even read the words out loud with the expression I imagine is in the voice because I want to get a better feel for the story. I can do that in the tree, because no one can hear me and no one can see me. Which makes it great to spy from.
I told you earlier, I like to observe people, to watch how they interact and what their personalities are like. Doing that for so long has made me a pretty decent judge of character. Well, it all started from the tree out front. I would sit up in it and watch party guests arrive and see how they acted around each oter and how they acted when certain people weren't around. I am really thankful for that gift that God has given me.
Thanks for trees too God!!!
Katy
I write poems in it.
I write songs in it.
I write stories in it.
I read in it.
I daydream in it.
He he... I even spy from it sometimes.
It's so much fun to be up high in a tree. You get this thrill from the fact that if you fall, you might end up dying - and please don't think I'm suicidal or mental because of it, it's just thrilling - and it gets your adrenaline pumping.
I mean, it's terrifying when your foot slips or you have a really bad grip on one of the branches and you don't know if you can get to the next branch, but you really want to make it and you make up extreme scenarios that will happen if you don't get to the next branch. Like the world will end or something crazy like that. That sounds so stupid and little-kid-like, but it's true. And I don't mind thinking like a little kid. Everything was so much more interesting when I was little. I didn't know about so much of the stuff around me, that I'd make up explanations for it.
I remember when I was little, I knew the moon wasn't made of cheese, but I made up the reason that it was because all the little aliens would eat it if it were, so God had to make it out of something that they wouldn't want to eat, like rocks or brussel sprouts or lima beans. Except it couldn't be made of brussel sprouts or lima beans because it wasn't green, so it had to be rock.
Yeah, so anyways, back to trees.
Poems. Songs. And stories. I get so much inspiration from trees. Not looking at them from far away, but actually being up close to one and in one, sitting on the branches. It's like its own little world and there are lots of little people living in it. All the branches are roads and the leaves are houses. The tiny twigs connecting them are the driveways. I can change the world of a tree into the world I want it to be. It can be a world from one of the stories I'm writing, or it can be the perfect world of make-believe that I write about in one of my poems. It can be my own world where nothing is going wrong but I'm not in total control. I'm just observing. That's when I write my songs. They're about my observations and how I respond to them, I guess. I mean, whenever I try to write a song, it comes out lame and emotionless. But if I just write my thoughts down - however random they may be - the end result isn't half-bad.
Again, with the reading. I can recreate the world of the book around me and I can picture what is happening. Sometimes I even read the words out loud with the expression I imagine is in the voice because I want to get a better feel for the story. I can do that in the tree, because no one can hear me and no one can see me. Which makes it great to spy from.
I told you earlier, I like to observe people, to watch how they interact and what their personalities are like. Doing that for so long has made me a pretty decent judge of character. Well, it all started from the tree out front. I would sit up in it and watch party guests arrive and see how they acted around each oter and how they acted when certain people weren't around. I am really thankful for that gift that God has given me.
Thanks for trees too God!!!
Katy
Quotes From DC
Robyn - Watch me do a magic trick!
Katy - Robyn pulled paper out of her butt!!!!!!
Brianna - It smells like nachos. Oh! It's Katy's nuts!
Nichole - Don't be tired, be wired!
Katy - Mmm...Me gusta knish.
Lia - Look! It's a big house! Wow! It's so pretty!
Katy - That's the White House...
Katy - Ugh. That statue is so ugly!!!
Caleb - I was just about to say it looked like you.
Katy - I'M NOT A DUDE!!!
Katy - Dresses were created by Satan. Haven't you ever heard of that movie "The Devil Wears Prada"?
Robyn - What's ten plus two?
Steph - Twenty. Duh.
Nichole - Katy is in - MY PANTS!!!!
(okay, this one needs explaining. we went in the pool, except Nichole hadn't brought a bathing suit, so she wore her clothes, and they're kind of loose... yeah, so anyways, i had been sitting on the edge of the pool and she had been begging me to go in. so i did and she climbed the ladder to come and jump in next to me. as she's about to jump she yells happily "Katy is in the pool!" except she never got to finish the sentence because her pants started to fall down. so she screams "MY PANTS!!!!" at the top of her lungs. hence, "Katy is in - MY PANTS!!!!")
Okay, back to the quotes:
Nicole - Let's call him... bush!
Katy - Okay...
(looking out the window at the blossoming shrubbery)
Katy - That's a cute looking bush!
Nicole - Whaaat?
Katy - The one with the green...
(Nicole looks over at boy. he's wearing green...)
Katy - And brown...
(brown shoes...)
Katy - And leaves.
(phew. no leaves on this boy.)
Nicole - He's the president??!!
Katy - A-D-D!... It's easy as ONE-TWO-hey look a bird.
Nicole - *laughing hysterically* That was soo fun- *stops laughing and looks out window* A horse!
Katy - O-C-D!... It's easy as -one- -two- -three- (hit's ADD person.) you forgot three!!!! .........crap. now i have to go wash my hands.
And finally!!!!!
Caleb - WHOA!!!!! KATY!!!! Your look like a freaking ogre!!!!!!!! It's like you have no face.
Katy - You wish.
Caleb - (smacks Katy)
Katy - Hey! What was that for?! My face hurts.
Caleb - It's killing me.
Katy - (shoves Caleb down set of stairs)
Katy - Hey guess what?!
Caleb - ow.... What?
Katy - Boys are like slinkies. Completely useless, but fun to watch fall down stairs.
Caleb - bite me...
Katy - Robyn pulled paper out of her butt!!!!!!
Brianna - It smells like nachos. Oh! It's Katy's nuts!
Nichole - Don't be tired, be wired!
Katy - Mmm...Me gusta knish.
Lia - Look! It's a big house! Wow! It's so pretty!
Katy - That's the White House...
Katy - Ugh. That statue is so ugly!!!
Caleb - I was just about to say it looked like you.
Katy - I'M NOT A DUDE!!!
Katy - Dresses were created by Satan. Haven't you ever heard of that movie "The Devil Wears Prada"?
Robyn - What's ten plus two?
Steph - Twenty. Duh.
Nichole - Katy is in - MY PANTS!!!!
(okay, this one needs explaining. we went in the pool, except Nichole hadn't brought a bathing suit, so she wore her clothes, and they're kind of loose... yeah, so anyways, i had been sitting on the edge of the pool and she had been begging me to go in. so i did and she climbed the ladder to come and jump in next to me. as she's about to jump she yells happily "Katy is in the pool!" except she never got to finish the sentence because her pants started to fall down. so she screams "MY PANTS!!!!" at the top of her lungs. hence, "Katy is in - MY PANTS!!!!")
Okay, back to the quotes:
Nicole - Let's call him... bush!
Katy - Okay...
(looking out the window at the blossoming shrubbery)
Katy - That's a cute looking bush!
Nicole - Whaaat?
Katy - The one with the green...
(Nicole looks over at boy. he's wearing green...)
Katy - And brown...
(brown shoes...)
Katy - And leaves.
(phew. no leaves on this boy.)
Nicole - He's the president??!!
Katy - A-D-D!... It's easy as ONE-TWO-hey look a bird.
Nicole - *laughing hysterically* That was soo fun- *stops laughing and looks out window* A horse!
Katy - O-C-D!... It's easy as -one- -two- -three- (hit's ADD person.) you forgot three!!!! .........crap. now i have to go wash my hands.
And finally!!!!!
Caleb - WHOA!!!!! KATY!!!! Your look like a freaking ogre!!!!!!!! It's like you have no face.
Katy - You wish.
Caleb - (smacks Katy)
Katy - Hey! What was that for?! My face hurts.
Caleb - It's killing me.
Katy - (shoves Caleb down set of stairs)
Katy - Hey guess what?!
Caleb - ow.... What?
Katy - Boys are like slinkies. Completely useless, but fun to watch fall down stairs.
Caleb - bite me...
the inevitable week of DC migranes is over and now i'm back.
Here's the short version:
DC. The car rides were fun. Nothing else was. I'm trying to avoid a lawsuit here, so I can't say anything else for fear of my head being bitten off...
If you really want to read it, here are the entries i wrote in my notebook while I was there, when they didn't steal my notebook so I couldn't write:
Sunday - 6:40 AM -
Just left school. We're on our way to DC!!! The car's packed and I'm pumped!!!!! I can NOT wait for this week to get started!!!
4:50 PM -
We decided to go to Medieval Times for dinner. Sat behind the Green Knight, but the Red Knight's way cooler.
An hour or so later -
The Green Knight won the competition, but the Red Knight saved the day. I'm happy.
Monday -
Today started out fun. The people as individuals aren't bad, but the whole group is like a demon, hold for a couple people. Some of the girls have decided to suck the fun out of everything by - Okay, I'll make it short. They just suck okay? Me and two of my friends were in the guys' van (Which is a totally sexist name for it, by the way. It's just a purple van!) with two other girls, but I was completely ignoring them. So me and the guys were having a great time discussing music and what we were excited about doing in DC - well, not one of my friends, she was drooling. But anyway, we were having lots of fun. We get to the restaurant and then the other girls start complaining that they want to go in the "History Mobile" (a.k.a. the guys' van)Yeah right. They just want to flirt. Knock it off people. You're screwing with my friendships because you're bored. And then they had to whine until they got their way. I thought this'd be different than school. I was wrong... And I want to go home.
That's basically when I stopped writing entries. They were going to be too long to put in one blog entry, so I decided not to bother. But if you want a recap of the rest of the trip, here you go:
By Tuesday, the girl chaperones had decided that gossipping about the students and making fun of them when they thought no one could hear was the new "thing to do". It's not. And I hated it. Because I always seemed to be around when they were talking about my friends. And I heard it all. The one time me and someone else tried to stand up to them, they treated us like we were completely immature saying "Do you have a problem? You shouldn't be listening in on other people's conversations you know. That's called eavesdropping. Did you know that?" Well, hey lady, guess what? You shouldn't be having conversations about the students behind their backs. Either say it to their faces, or keep it to yourself.
The monuments were cool though. I especially liked the Jefferson Monument and the World War II Memorial. Lots of really inspiring quotes. Call me a literary dork. Whatever. But I thought they were pretty cool, and I had some really neat discussions with my history teacher about the Supreme Court and what some of the quotes in the monuments meant or signified.
I got some great pictures too, but most of the time I was bugged by the chaperones. Their bad attitudes really ruined the trip for me.
DC. The car rides were fun. Nothing else was. I'm trying to avoid a lawsuit here, so I can't say anything else for fear of my head being bitten off...
If you really want to read it, here are the entries i wrote in my notebook while I was there, when they didn't steal my notebook so I couldn't write:
Sunday - 6:40 AM -
Just left school. We're on our way to DC!!! The car's packed and I'm pumped!!!!! I can NOT wait for this week to get started!!!
4:50 PM -
We decided to go to Medieval Times for dinner. Sat behind the Green Knight, but the Red Knight's way cooler.
An hour or so later -
The Green Knight won the competition, but the Red Knight saved the day. I'm happy.
Monday -
Today started out fun. The people as individuals aren't bad, but the whole group is like a demon, hold for a couple people. Some of the girls have decided to suck the fun out of everything by - Okay, I'll make it short. They just suck okay? Me and two of my friends were in the guys' van (Which is a totally sexist name for it, by the way. It's just a purple van!) with two other girls, but I was completely ignoring them. So me and the guys were having a great time discussing music and what we were excited about doing in DC - well, not one of my friends, she was drooling. But anyway, we were having lots of fun. We get to the restaurant and then the other girls start complaining that they want to go in the "History Mobile" (a.k.a. the guys' van)Yeah right. They just want to flirt. Knock it off people. You're screwing with my friendships because you're bored. And then they had to whine until they got their way. I thought this'd be different than school. I was wrong... And I want to go home.
That's basically when I stopped writing entries. They were going to be too long to put in one blog entry, so I decided not to bother. But if you want a recap of the rest of the trip, here you go:
By Tuesday, the girl chaperones had decided that gossipping about the students and making fun of them when they thought no one could hear was the new "thing to do". It's not. And I hated it. Because I always seemed to be around when they were talking about my friends. And I heard it all. The one time me and someone else tried to stand up to them, they treated us like we were completely immature saying "Do you have a problem? You shouldn't be listening in on other people's conversations you know. That's called eavesdropping. Did you know that?" Well, hey lady, guess what? You shouldn't be having conversations about the students behind their backs. Either say it to their faces, or keep it to yourself.
The monuments were cool though. I especially liked the Jefferson Monument and the World War II Memorial. Lots of really inspiring quotes. Call me a literary dork. Whatever. But I thought they were pretty cool, and I had some really neat discussions with my history teacher about the Supreme Court and what some of the quotes in the monuments meant or signified.
I got some great pictures too, but most of the time I was bugged by the chaperones. Their bad attitudes really ruined the trip for me.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Lightning
sigh... nothing much going on here to post about.
Yesterday there was a really cool thunderstorm. It was big too. I fell in love with the way it snaked across the sky, sending little fingers of electricity in every direction, like it was reaching for something just out of its grasp. Lightning is like a person. Thunder is its voice. Every now and again, it just can't keep silent, and starts talking and moving like an energetic little child.
When I was younger it used to sing me to sleep; lulling my reluctant eyes shut with its deep, powerful, melodic voice. Sometimes I tried to sing along with the thunder, roaring at the top of my lungs in time with its heavenly beat. I tried to dance like the lightning, jumping left and right and up and down like the blue-lined streaks that stretched the sky.
The best part about lightning is the fire. It's like a thick rope of concentrated fire, reaching down from Heaven to pull something back up with it. It might hit a tree or a lake or anything else, but once you've seen the beauty of lightning, you can never forget it.
Okay, there's my poetic notion for today. :-) It seems I may be able to make something out of seemingly nothing; or maybe I can simply find what not many people can see. I can look beneath the surface.
Keep on praying!!!
Katy
P.S. Pray for a family in my church. They just lost a loved one and they need support and love and prayers to get them through this tough time.
Yesterday there was a really cool thunderstorm. It was big too. I fell in love with the way it snaked across the sky, sending little fingers of electricity in every direction, like it was reaching for something just out of its grasp. Lightning is like a person. Thunder is its voice. Every now and again, it just can't keep silent, and starts talking and moving like an energetic little child.
When I was younger it used to sing me to sleep; lulling my reluctant eyes shut with its deep, powerful, melodic voice. Sometimes I tried to sing along with the thunder, roaring at the top of my lungs in time with its heavenly beat. I tried to dance like the lightning, jumping left and right and up and down like the blue-lined streaks that stretched the sky.
The best part about lightning is the fire. It's like a thick rope of concentrated fire, reaching down from Heaven to pull something back up with it. It might hit a tree or a lake or anything else, but once you've seen the beauty of lightning, you can never forget it.
Okay, there's my poetic notion for today. :-) It seems I may be able to make something out of seemingly nothing; or maybe I can simply find what not many people can see. I can look beneath the surface.
Keep on praying!!!
Katy
P.S. Pray for a family in my church. They just lost a loved one and they need support and love and prayers to get them through this tough time.
The Dad With The Healing Touch
My dad has got to be the coolest guy in the world...
My sister Abby's mp3player was broken and it was playing like, skipping kind of, but it was more like the music was shaking. I told her how Dad had fixed mine the other day because it had been doing the exact same thing. I tried to show him what it was doing, but when he touched it to put the ear bud in his ear, the shaking stopped.
So I told Abby to give it to him. She handed it to him and all he did was hold it for a few seconds and the thing was fixed!!! When he gave it back to her, it stopped shaking. The song she had on there that never played right, even when all the other songs played right fixed itself and sounded perfect.
I love my dad. He's got these neat little, I don't know, tricks that he does. It's almost like he's got the healing touch or something, because when he touches something, anything, even a person, whatever is wrong gets a little better or sometimes goes away completely. It's unbelievably cool.
Keep talking with God,
Katy
My sister Abby's mp3player was broken and it was playing like, skipping kind of, but it was more like the music was shaking. I told her how Dad had fixed mine the other day because it had been doing the exact same thing. I tried to show him what it was doing, but when he touched it to put the ear bud in his ear, the shaking stopped.
So I told Abby to give it to him. She handed it to him and all he did was hold it for a few seconds and the thing was fixed!!! When he gave it back to her, it stopped shaking. The song she had on there that never played right, even when all the other songs played right fixed itself and sounded perfect.
I love my dad. He's got these neat little, I don't know, tricks that he does. It's almost like he's got the healing touch or something, because when he touches something, anything, even a person, whatever is wrong gets a little better or sometimes goes away completely. It's unbelievably cool.
Keep talking with God,
Katy
Happy Anniversary Granmaw and Gramps!!!!
Aww, so sweet. Their anniversary was a day after Mothers' Day. My Granmaw and Gramps had a wicked fun time. The whole family came over and we celebrated and ate cake and watched stuff on youtube...
My Granmaw's got brain cancer, but she's fighting it well!!! :) Pray that she keeps fighting it and that it will go away completely. The cancer had originally been in three major places, but the surgery she had cleaned two of those big parts. I don't really get the terminology and all the details and stuff, but she's doing better.
I used to get wicked depressed about it and freak out a lot (which I still do sometimes...), but praying and talking to people about it has really helped me to deal with it.
The only stories I ever hear about cancer is when the person dies or it gets cured and then comes back in some way or another. But what I didn't take from those stories was the fact that they were fighters, and even when it came back, they fought and overcame it. I used to look at it with a "the glass is half empty" kind of thing, like it was just going to get worse, but I don't do that anymore, and I'm a lot less worried about it.
I think part of that has to do with my family and my friends at church. I've talked to my mom about it a bunch of times and she's really reassured me that everything is doing well and that Granmaw's on her way to a full recovery. I talk with my youth leader about it a lot too. Thanks a bunch you guys!!! You've all helped me more than you could know.
Gramps and I have gotten a whole lot closer than we were before. It used to be just a "Hello." as I walked in the house and a "Goodbye." as I left, but I had a really good conversation with him the other day. We talked about camping and he told me about what it was like to be a jewler and how much he loved it. I had a lot of fun and I learned so much from him.
I just want them both to know how unbelieveably special they are to me and that I care about them so much.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!
Keep praying!!
Katy
My Granmaw's got brain cancer, but she's fighting it well!!! :) Pray that she keeps fighting it and that it will go away completely. The cancer had originally been in three major places, but the surgery she had cleaned two of those big parts. I don't really get the terminology and all the details and stuff, but she's doing better.
I used to get wicked depressed about it and freak out a lot (which I still do sometimes...), but praying and talking to people about it has really helped me to deal with it.
The only stories I ever hear about cancer is when the person dies or it gets cured and then comes back in some way or another. But what I didn't take from those stories was the fact that they were fighters, and even when it came back, they fought and overcame it. I used to look at it with a "the glass is half empty" kind of thing, like it was just going to get worse, but I don't do that anymore, and I'm a lot less worried about it.
I think part of that has to do with my family and my friends at church. I've talked to my mom about it a bunch of times and she's really reassured me that everything is doing well and that Granmaw's on her way to a full recovery. I talk with my youth leader about it a lot too. Thanks a bunch you guys!!! You've all helped me more than you could know.
Gramps and I have gotten a whole lot closer than we were before. It used to be just a "Hello." as I walked in the house and a "Goodbye." as I left, but I had a really good conversation with him the other day. We talked about camping and he told me about what it was like to be a jewler and how much he loved it. I had a lot of fun and I learned so much from him.
I just want them both to know how unbelieveably special they are to me and that I care about them so much.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!
Keep praying!!
Katy
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!!! / Hindenburg Project
Happy Mother's Day!!!!!!!!!
Anyone know anything about the Hindenburg Disaster? I'm doing a report on it and I need information. Ten notecards are due by Monday (tomorrow), and I don't have any of them done...
Anyone know anything about the Hindenburg Disaster? I'm doing a report on it and I need information. Ten notecards are due by Monday (tomorrow), and I don't have any of them done...
A Broken Printer, And An Inevitable Week Of DC Migranes
Okay, so my printer is broken. and I'm really sad because i have to like, fix it before my report is due. Which is soon. So let's hope i can fix it. Umm....
This Washington DC trip that I'm going to be doing with my school is not gonna be fun. I'm not allowed to bring my mp3player, and I SLEEP with that thing. I CANNOT sleep without it. And i know that most people say that just because they don't want to leave all technology at home when they go away to a camp or a school trip or something, but it's TRUE. I haven't slept without music a day in my life. The one time I lost my mp3player, I did not sleep at all. I tried, for ten hours, but I couldn't. Yeah, and I had a math test the next day which I slept through half of. Whoops. Mr. s was NOT happy with me, but i kinda passed. 78%.... not too good for me, I usually ace them.
But anyway, so I'm not allowed to bring it, except my dad says he's going to get a doctor's not that says I HAVE TO bring it for medical reasons. I LOVE my dad to bits and pieces, and my teachers hate me because I'm a rebel, but whatever!!! I can keep my MUSIC!!!!
One minor drawback...
I have to take all the non-christian music off of my mp3player. I'm SO sad. And it's not like i have disgusting songs with obscene lyrics. I mean, COME ON, I'm a pastor's kid for crying out loud. Almost all of my music is christian anyways, but I have to get rid of my Linkin Park songs, and Three Days Grace, Taking Back Sunday, Nickelback, and Haste The Day. wait, I think they might be christian... Okay, so everything except for Haste The Day. I'm so lucky I have Underoath on there and Anberlin and Relient K and Barlow Girl and Casting Crowns and Third Day and Mercyme and Needtobreathe. If I didn't, I think I would die anyways.
But I mean, it's NOT fair!!! My favorite songs are Three Days Grace and Linkin Park and Nickelback. I think I have like, 30 songs by them on there and they're all my favorites, but I have to get rid of them. It's NOT fair! I have to get the new Anberlin CD and the latest Underoath CD.
Those are NEEDS.
Ugh... *tear tear*
Okay, well, pray for me guys!!!
see y'all later,
Katy
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