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