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.

Marrrrcus Capers

It's been a wonderful weekend of joys and being cold. Our house is now very cold and my light blue gramma slippers that would have worked great in Portland are not meeting the feet warmth standards that I strive to attain.

I've started a new game, that As showed me years ago. What happens is after women with lovely locks such as myself finish showering, there is usually a mural of wisdom on the shower wall. (My hair makes shapes, beautiful images, intended to speak to me) The question is, what is my hair trying to tell me? Yesterday was the most eventful, as it depicted the moment in the Lion King when Mufasa speaks to Simba out of the clouds, "REMEMBER." It really spoke to me, I should probably call my mother.

On another note, Co, my boyfriends roommate asked me what a normal Friday Night was like at the rock. I proceeded to tell him all about our wonderful festivities. It all started with some book reading, obviously, I know how to party on Friday night, Eragon and me are buds. From there we all drank tea in the kitchen discussing things of vital importance. Then, naturally a few of us begin to do crafts on the kitchen floor. After a few hours of that, we were roped into watching movies, eating brownies, and apparently peppered popcorn (which I did not partake in). Looking back, I probably should have tried it, who knows, it could changed my life! Earl gray tea did, why not peppered popcorn?

Last night, (sorry, I wasn't thinking and did not snap a picture) Br and Co and I were getting hot dogs at Munchies down the street. We look up, and who do we see? A college girl running down the street with a ski mask over her head and GO COUGS written on her butt. Yes, last night I saw my first streaker. It seemed very planned because there was a car waiting for her at the end of the street. Br and I were just like WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!! I wish you guys could of been there, it was a momentous moment in history.

I sit and write this, sitting on the floor of the kitchen with tea in hand. As Em and I always say during hard cold times, the kitchen floor is the place to be.

NOW, as my closest friends and family and loved ones, you know me. You know who I am. And I regret to inform you, that I have a twin. Not a twin like in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, no I mean a human flesh twin.

Who ARE you??

The girl second from the left, in the black t-shirt, looks just like me (five or six years ago). This is MADNESS.

Pullman Library, Bless you.

And as for the Phone Project, I found some beautiful GEMS on my phone the other day-

Charlie and I were pretty stoked to get our library cards the other day, the Pullman Library is a place of joy and exultation in the written word.

I dare you, to use proper capitalization. COME ON.

Thank you Joyce Meyers for contributing to our libraries.

ummm....go cougs?

And the last picture I have today is the joys of dating my man, watching sports. It's not that I hate it, it's simply that I enjoy watching Br watch the games then I do...watching the games.

Br's fantasy football team, the Kiwi Krusaders, are doing
very well this year. My pride swells at each weekly victory.

Okay, I lied. I have one more picture (just to make up for the fact that I ditched blogging to read Eragon and watch the first three seasons of Prison break). Since I have no personal sports life, I live vicariously through Ka's club soccer team and through Br's fantasy football team. When they win, I win. It is a victory in my life. TENGO EXITO EN MI VIDA!! So Kiwi Krusaders, I hope you win. It will be a victory to hold near and dear to my heart.

Prison Break

I am so excited to write soon, but at the moment I am too addicted to the show Prison Break to do it. There's only four seasons, so it SHOULDN'T take me too long.

Taken, mid show, full action moment. HUGE DEAL.

Brett showed this show to me last week, and now...
THIS SHOW IS TAKING OVER OUR LIVES.
It's so bad! (that it's taking so much time)
But sooo good.

Good luck Michael Scofield, you're my hero.

Masculinity yeeeeaaaah

WELL. As I sat down to write yesterday, I had a whole list of things to talk about. It was going to be great. THEN, I got a wonderful little phone call. It seems my honey Br and his roommate Co had gotten picked up to hang out with one of Br's best friends from high school and were hanging out in Moscow. Then they decided to make legends out of themselves. They bought funions, water, and fritos as they braved the walk from Moscow, Idaho to Pullman, Washington. The voice of terror that spoke to me during the call mainly focused on how it was pitch dark, there were no street lights, they were in the middle of nowhere, and were facing death. I, being the "angel from heaven" (direct quote x10), picked them up and saved their lives.

Welcome to Moscow

 So I don't know if you can see that, but that is Idaho. So I may have forgotten to blog yesterday, but I did do angelic work. Promise.







Today was a great day. There were a lot of life lessons that really popped up. First of all, because I have one dreadlock in my hair--I am rad. I am the coolest christian around, very rebellious. Second of all, manly men are the best. Today a bunch of the girls that I live with went to the Highland Games. It's like the hunger games except no deaths, no real battles, no gore, and no hunger. Basically it's just teams of men wearing kilts throwing shtuff. TONS OF STUFF. They threw logs and barrels and giant rocks. It was awesome.

This group got all of the men over, and the log back to the
starting place in 2 minutes and 13 seconds.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
(The winning team won with a 93second score, suck on that)

They had to throw those barrels, backwards over their heads. Some guys cleared the pegs, it was really cool to watch. But I also caught myself really minimizing what they were doing. OBVIOUSLY my muscles and I could kick their butts. TRUTH.






One of the highlights of my day was going to Ka's soccer game. She's on the WSU club team and she is their star player. It's so funny how once I know one person on the team, suddenly that person is all I'll watch. Obviously I'll watch the whole game, but really I'm just honing in on watching Ka. She is a powerhouse. She's amazing. Maybe I'm biased, but I think she could go to the pro's. I mean it. (But then again, to this day I still believe that my sister Cl could go and win American Idol.) She set up this beautiful goal today. It was great. The best part was her brother at the game! He's one of those yellers at games, but in a good way. I think I appreciated it more than the refs did. He was hilarious (and also one hundred percent right, the refs were NOT making good calls). The refs ignored the line judge when they raised it because the enemy stepped in as she threw the ball. They also were going to let it go that the goalie came out of the goalie box. NOT OKAY. KA deserve more than that. She really does. I get very into sports games, even if I'm big on participating in them.... I just think it's ridiculous that her brother got yelled at by the refs, because he was making all the calls that they should of been. JUST SAYING Ka deserves more.


PHONE PROJECT.

I found this picture of my beloved from last month. It was after his little sister destroyed him with love, or pillows, or both.










Well, it's been quite a day. From the Highland Games of Masculinity to the WSU club teams neck and neck almost win, to the girl I made sure was okay because she was sobbing down the street (she was okay, she just broke up with her boyfriend, she wanted something real, she loved babies and he hates them, deal breaker, loser) to Br and I's McDonald's date to Co throatily snapping at me at one in the morning. He just gets so snappy! It's been a great Saturday.
(ALSO, today signifies the first day of my birthday month. Birthday months are the best, they're full of anticipation and love.)