Oh golly gee I've missed this.

So I was working in the writing center, tutoring someone (because that's what I do). He was working on a letter to committee that declared him "needing work" on his writing. In his letter he explained that the committee gave him this rating because he lacked "organization, focus..." etc. Now, when you're trying to appeal to the board of the Junior writing portfolio and they tell you that you lack organization and focus, what is the first thing that you're going to do? Write it all in one giant paragraph? DUH.

So Br and Co are out being frat boys at winter summer camp this weekend. I just really wish that I could have ordered this for them before they left. I think it would have made their camping experience exponentially better.












Two weeks ago, I was in a war. This war, as many in the American world are, was with my neighbors. You see, they decided to put up tons of porn on windows facing out house. We obviously retaliated with a furious Christian passion-- by putting up giant pictures of nuns having fun. It was great. In case you were wondering, we won. All pictures have now been removed.

Speaking of war, I was in a SECOND war in the month of December. I was heading home for winter break, and spotted a red circle on my arm. It was so scary. For this fear to make sense, we need to go back  about twelve years ago. My family and I went on a some trip, but we left our wonderful pug with a family from church. Well, Oz threw a tantrum and ran away. During his rebellion, he met the love of his life--an adorable demon cat. The family took the cat in, but after a few days, the problems arose. The adorable demon cat had ringworm. That damn cat gave ringworm to both of our families. It was really scary. My family didn't get it as bad as the other family, they got it bad. It took them almost a year to get rid of it, brutal right? Well, having this experience I immediately thought I had ringworm and started treatment. A few days after using the creams and stuff, I had hundreds (about ten) more! And then I got more and more and more!!! The doctor didn't know exactly what it was, but thought it was ringworm too. So naturally the joke was on me, I had to do laundry EVERY DAY. If you know me at all, you know that I HATE laundry. I hate it so much. It's a demon.
Weeks after trying to get rid of this stupid ringworm, I went to the dermatologist. I had a special type of eczema. EZCEMA. What was special about this eczema was this:
-it was aggravated by long showers (which I was doing to kill the non-existent ringworm)
-it was aggravated by medicines that killed ringworm
-It was perfectly circular and often looks identical to ringworm (how CONVENIENT)
-It is usually found in cases of men of ages 50-60

It was hilarious and awful and terrible, but overall wonderful that I didn't end up having ringworm, PRAISE GOD.

Earlier this evening, I had my camera all set up to take pictures of the sunset and of the girls from my house that were going to a ball on campus. Taking pictures of the Pullman sunset just made me realize how much I had missed the sunsets when I lived in Portland. How do city people survive without seeing a horizon and a sunset? I just don't know.

ALSO. After taking the time to photograph the lovely ladies of my house, I felt the need to document my double sweater Friday. OH yes, you read that right. TWO SWEATERS, ONE DAY. Is it possible? HELL YEAH IT IS.

This is my "I'm going to go be a babe, wear TWO SWEATERS and
knit for the next three hours" face. 

You're wonderful and I hope your day is as lovely as my stink eye.
Good night and good luck.
Kath

Epic of Gilgamesh

I woke up this morning, with a jolt of energy to be productive today. I was up by nine, got high-fived  by people in shirts with giant smiley faces on them (all while 'Jitterbug' blasted from speakers behind them) on the way to get some tea. Then the worker at Starbucks happened to be my childhood next door neighbor who has grown one of the most wonderful beards in the world. THEN I got to spend two hours reading the Epic of Gilgamesh for one of my classes. It's been a happy, and productive morning.

Since I have blagged last, I....

was Katy Perry for Halloween














had my friend Ch visit from Ecuador, which was sooo nice.

went to a craft store with my mother, and found the most beautiful grouping of colors. I've got to give you Craft Warehouse people some props, because this is beauty at its finest.

And I also went thrift shopping, and found this. Creepy as hell.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Monday and is being as productive as I am. I really think that I am so excited about my productivity because I just haven't been for a very long time. It's time to take control of my life! It's time to start exercising and doing my home a day early! It's time to grab life by the horns and live. That's right. Just like this girl:

So good.

I realized that there were a few things that I forgot to explain earlier today, that could not be left to wait.

I attended one of my professors office hours this morning, and instead of getting my questions answered, I got a lecture on why I shouldn't become a teacher.
1. Due to my background in Bible college, apparently I would probably get overly frustrated by my students lack of receptiveness. Apparently students don't like to be "indoctrinated" and "saved" by their teachers.
2. My "lovely" long hair would soon turn gray because of all the students that would be apathetic to everything I would teach.
3. Some students just will never care or try to learn your subject, so you cannot be a teacher unless you can just be apathetic to their existence and only focus on the students that want to learn.

WHAT?

In my Teaching English class, I may not like everything that we're learning, but most of it is the exact opposite of what I was just told by my professor. Our goals as potential teachers is not to only teach the students that are already receptive, it is to work to get all students to engage and become critical thinkers. It's the job of the teacher to work their hardest at getting students to engage, not to just ignore them.

On a happier note, I turn twenty on Tuesday! How exciting! It's a little sad because that means that I won't be a teenager anymore. On the other hand, it's great because I get to spend my birthday with Br! I am very excited.

So, about a month ago, I was reading some Real Simple and found a little note for a telegram service. For only $6 I could send someone an actual telegram! So thus Em got a wonderful telegram delivered to her in Texas. It was fantastic. But being the photoshop lover that I am, I was able to make my own!

SO COOL.

I was very excited for Em to get it in the mail. I was siked. Well I'm off to go be a college student! If any of you want to send someone a telegram, it costs $6 and will go anywhere in the world! Here is the website, it's super cool, it is called

Telegramstop.com

(And you can send a telegram for now, or you can preplan ahead and have one being delivered for your anniversary or a birthday or for someone in a year or a month!)
I think that it's wonderful.

SVL

Today is the first day that my will has been broken down, it's walls have crashed to the floor. I gave in and bought my first grande soy vanilla latte of the year.


I'm a sucker (A SUCKER WITH AN AMAZING CUP OF COFFEE THAT IS). 

See?

As I sit here in the Terrel and Holland Library on campus, I get to stare out at the beautiful practice football field. The library I am in is actually shaped like a grand piano. I'm serious. 


















I've had a few eventful and wonderful things happen in the last few hours. 


FIRST. In my attempt to parallel park on the street outside my house, I took a little bit longer than I anticipated. Being the kind of woman that does not give up, I succeeded on my 7th try. Those are the type of things that I'm okay with happening, they're kind of funny, whatever. BUT they aren't supposed to be seen by other people! I walk into my house and apparently I had been quite entertaining from the living room. Noooooooooo.


SECOND. After explaining to one of my friends that I live with 11 eleven other girls, a very quiet (possibly dutch international) student looks up and asks with a smile, "What's your address??" It was great. I laughed. 


SECOND. I have been waiting and waiting for someone to bring the book Brisingr back to the library. I literally checked it every day. It wasn't until Br told me that some little kid was probably reading it for the first time that I started to feel a LITTLE bad. (It's been returned finally, thank you snotty nosed little kid) 


THIRD. I actually started to get my external hard-drive working. Who knew that keeping albums of photos would result in filling the entire 300GB of space on my computer?


FOURTH. As much as I love studying at the library, I don't enjoy the shtuff that people write all over the desks. If you're going to write or draw on the desks, make it a masterpiece. Draw the best thing you can think of, make it a project, make me enjoy looking at it.


 But please don't write:
-DAMN RIGHT I'M INDIE
-I HEART BOOTY.
-GO DIE
-I ONLY CARE ABT: SEX FAMILY FRIENDS MYSELF AND FOOD.


Often I try to be opitimistic about people, but sometimes it's just not possible.


There's plenty more but...bleeeeeh. They're just gross. Have some creativity, make your writing or drawings about something more than penises and nights where you "never had any bitches." 


Like this:

Someone made a masterpiece on a school desk.

Yes, not everyone is an amazing artist like whoever this person was, but I think everyone is capable of some sort of art and creativity. 


Have a wonderful day, make something beautiful.

Opera Wonderstar

After my wonderful mother brought me back to college, bringing the infectious disease back to infect all the wonderful women that I live with, I got to sit and enjoy some pinteresting and listen to one of my roommates. It's impossible not to listen and enjoy, because believe it or not, I live with an opera wonderstar.

The less than wonderful part of my day was when I left class early to go use my inhaler in the bathroom. I've never felt like such a nerd. Not like a cute happy quirky nerd, like a legitimate, ohmygoshlookatthatnerdygirl nerd. No good. No good. AND NO. I don't care who you are, if you aren't my beloved or a good friend or someone that I live with, don't pat me on the back when I cough next to you in class. NO GOOD. I know that you were probably just trying to be helpful, but I barely know you. Truth.

The most wonderful parts of my day were getting to take a nap with Br and to make fajitas. For one, I LOVE FAJITAS. And for two, I LOVE WEARING THE ONION GOGGLES. I swear, I'm going to make them into the most amazing fashion statement this world has ever seen. I know. So good.

 I know I look super sick, and that's probably because I have the Plague. 

Today I think I realized just how wonderful of a house I get to live in. I have women who are praying for me to get better, an opera singer to listen to on my own time, beautiful tea drinkers to study with, and just women I just to spend my time with. 

This was Ra and I in the kitchen, after they probably should have been mad at me for putting dish soap in the dishwasher instead of dishwasher soap...WHOOPS. Yeah, instead of being frustrated that I flooded the entire kitchen (and parts of the dining room) with water and bubbles, they ENJOYED it. 

I'm off to cough more of the plague into my house, what a wonderful Tuesday. 

The plague

I sincerely apologize for my extreme tardiness in this post! The issue is that last Tuesday, I came down with the Plague. Recently I returned home and to a mothers care for the dreadful situation. Apparently my body hates codeine as much as I hate this blasted coughplaguething.

But in the mean time, I have had quite a wonderful weekend. My mother and I went to a craft store for inspiration. My sister and I made wonderful burgers with avocado and other wonderful good flavors like chipotle cheese and saffron mayonnaise.

And today, I read an entire 587 page Mormon Romance novel. It was so good. So this is how it happened, one my my good childhood friends was very mormon. She lent me these romance novels, and then we kind of lost touch. Now I have read these novels so many times since she gave them to me, a good 10 or more times. They are so good! In the one I read today, the roguish Michael Hamilton lived on as a stable boy and then comes back to kidnap Emma Byrnehouse-Davis, claiming to be the rogue she thought he was. But is he as sinister as he seems? Perhaps there is more love in his heart than anyone ever imagined.  I LOVE these books. It wasn't until last year that I looked up the author to find that she is the LDS top romance novelist of all time.

I AM SUCH SUCKER (for chaste and thoroughly passionate romance strories).




The other highlight of the weekend was hearing my little brother Ke call upstairs claiming that he liked my older sisters lotion. It wasn't until a little later that he realize it was bronzing lotion.


My sister and I were talking the other day about the most embarrassing things that you can buy at a store. They've probably got to be hemeroid ointment, vagisil, a pregnancy test, anti-gas medication, the list goes on. But we were thinking, why not make a list of the most embarrassing things you may ever need, and go buy them all at once! Then instead of 10 embarrassing walmart visits, you have just one!

THE PHONE GAME:

It seems that Walgreens was
 expecting me this weekend.

What I was not prepared for this weekend was for my boyfriend to become a master hunter, over night. It was amazing, apparently Br made quite the shot.

I hope everyone has some wonderful dinner plans tonight, apparently the boys back in Pullman do.

To all a goodnight.

Katherine's got talent.

This IS Br, curled up, asleep and nice and sweet.

I have just finished my studying for the night, and am enjoying one of the most lovely moments that any of you could imagine. It may be nearly three in the morning, and I may have to be up in three hours to study more, but that cannot keep me from appreciating the adorable sight in front of me. Br, curled up and lovely, asleep. He just can't compete with my stay-up late studying skills. He just can't.





Earlier today, I went to the bus stop for the first time. As the bus pulled up, I asked the girl next to me where this bus (the express 1) went. She slowed to explain quickly where is stopped (I wanted to make sure that I didn't get on the wrong bus!). BUT THEN. The bus left! It just left! I made this girl miss the bus! GAH, I felt pretty bad. We then proceeded to walk to class together, becoming fast friends. I keep trying to remember her name, but I just can't!

TOMORROW marks a very special day. I'm getting published in the Evergreen for the first time! I don't get paid this time, I have to write four stories and then I will start to get paid. I am very excited. YAY for the Daily Evergreen!

TODAY also was a very special day. Today, I learned that I can eat a cracker with no hands. I mean it. NO HANDS. As the hours dragged into the night, I had to keep typing, I could not stop to eat a cracker! Naturally, the mature thing to do is to try to eat the cracker with no hands and continue to type and work on the assignment. Achievement reached. (This was my first try by the way. I ate many a more crackers this way while actually getting homework done!)

SUCCESS.