Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

I'm thinking of starting a new blog series called "When Katie Sleeps". Sometimes when I sleep over at Chris' and he wakes up at 5 am for ROTC apparently I say some weird things. The latest: (The alarm goes off) Katie: WHY!?!?!? Katie: I don't care about your hands just come back to me. Katie: Did you go to the party? Chris: What party? Katie: The party last night. Did you go? They were here. (Got up to go to the bathroom) Chris: Katie! What are you doing? Are you escaping? Katie: I was waiting until you left so I could escape (Glasses crooked, one eye closed) Chris: Oh really? Katie: Move I have to pee. And apparently sometimes I just stretch my arms out and make odd "come hither" movements with my hands Other times when I sleep at my place and Iz comes home late from doing work I ask her if she did math and if it was fun, if she went to the party (apparently I think there's a lot of parties that go on while I'm sleeping), and ...

This weekend Chris and I went his house in western mass. for some well-deserved R&R - kind of. We actually spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday completely beating down our legs to the point where I had a little bit of trouble falling asleep because I felt so uncomfortable in my skin. Friday I skipped my guitar class (oops) because it was a sunny 80 degrees and I had a rough week of filling out fellowship applications, working 3 days, and a long afternoon at my internship. When it comes between dealing with a 'I-snort-when-I-laugh' failed musician with a receding hairline who has a severe case of little man's syndrome and an 8 mile run to the science museum/through the Fens...there's no comparison. I hate playing Norwegian Wood by the Beatles and I hate that near-tears feeling I get when I leave music class. And I love that drenched in sweat, aching feeling I have after a hard run. I can learn guitar tabs online. I don't need this guy's crap. So I gave into my...

And here it is another gorgeous day in Boston - the sun is shining, there's an ever-so-gentle breeze blowing, and not a cloud in sight. Of course I'm going to run at least ten miles today or get lost in Dover all afternoon with Mac! Reality check. Actually I'm putting on my big girl clothes and heading to the hospital until tonight. I should have appreciated days like today more when I was younger and my biggest concern was which materials I was going to construct my backyard fort out of. I feel completely robbed. This further supports my life-plan to be an extremely educated, extremely smart woman with loads of potential and prestigious job opportunities...who becomes disgustingly wealthy by inventing something completely useless that everyone in the world thinks they need, opens a free clinic in the middle of nowhere, works part time rolling on the floor with little babies, brings her dogs to work, and spends the majority of her days running and biking around the we...

Today I got a message from one of my best friends at home, KatieHart (one word, not two) and she signed it, "Love, Purple Katie." Not going to even lie a little bit, I definitely teared up a bit. Though it was almost 8 years ago when we all met each other at cheer camp, yes, I said cheer camp, it seems like just yesterday I was stretching in a circle with the girls who would soon become some of my dearest friends. Mel, KR, and KatieHart were all there. Later I'd meet Molls, KP, Rach, Riley, Corinne, and Mary (I think in freshman choir?) We weren't even 15 yet but we thought we had the world figured out. Well, judging by the fact that I was in choir, on a cheerleading squad, and fully convinced I was going to marry my highschool boyfriend, it's safe to say I didn't figure things out until much, much later. In fact, still figuring. I'll keep you posted on that one. I just can't get over where we all are now and how different we all are now. How we'v...

Revamped the blog! It's very Christopher Columbus with a modern twist. Not quite sure what that twist is but I heard that line on Style Network once and I've always wanted to use it. Anyway. Its got a very fresh, clean look to it and I'm quite fond already. More later, Love, me

Good things fall apart...so better things can fall together.

Just got a letter from Boulder, CO admissions saying... An admissions decision has not yet been made. No shit, you buffalo. And you just took off 2 years of my life. On the upside, I recieved a letter today saying was officially recommended by director of admissions to put in for the more prestigious Utah State program and she "highly encourages" me to submit my application. Something about the future leaders in Speech Pathology? I'm going to get a professional's opinion on the matter (AKA... e-mail my sister). In the meantime...still refreshing my e-mail. I have got to do something to take my mind off this. Keep calm, and bike on.