Saving so I can have a laugh later.

"Truquinas + Jimmy = LOVE"

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I really don't want to go to science. Not because it's science. I love science. Making science is fun! I have a stupid paper to finish, and I won't get to go play with my friends until I get it done. :-(

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As you can see, lack of sleep and then the shock of oversleeping just enough to wake up at 9am doesn't do good things for my comprehension. Although I was able to quote Aquinas verbatim in philosophy today. Woot. That's right Trudy, when I actually do read I don't NEED the text in front of me. hahaa.

Happy!

Even though I'm tired and have a bunch of things to do and an icky 8 page paper to write and a book to finish for that paper, life is good.

Take note, boys. Roses make everything better. Especially smelly ones. :-) Or even just flowers in general. Yes, I'm a sap. :)

MI goes to Philly!

MI field trips rock!

I went to Philly and...

*Ate a legit Geno's cheesesteak, while freezing my butt off in line to get it. I also had to run across the street to the atm because they only took cash. It was freaking awesome. I also shared a cheese fries and a hot chocolate with Siobhan, and probably her cold as well. :-)

*Went to Confession! Whoo! Be super proud of me, yo. I'm holy now....not. :-)

*Visited a bunch of really cool shrines, and saw the dead body of a Saint. St. John Neumann.

*Heard a bunch of really cool talks by the sems. Good job guys! Even though y'all don't read this, they were good. :) Key points...ummm: Loneliness, abandonment to God, "Thank you Jesus for loving me this way.", Mary is cool.

*Car rides with Sems are fun. Siobhan is a good back massager. :-)

Now I'm really tired. But it was awesome.

If you could live forever...

You know, I need to stop blaming myself for things I can't control. And take better control of the things that I can. Every single damn time I go out or do something, something happens. And then I feel bad for not being there to do my freaking job. Ugh.

In other news, Twilight is a relatively all right chick flick. *shrug* Although, I was paying more attention to my text message inbox for a quarter of the movie, and then was oogling the scenery for at least half of the movie. I'm. So. Damn. Homesick.

AND they TOTALLY shot the up the tree scene in the Columbia River Gorge, and you can TOTALLY see Beacon Rock. And in the closing credits you have a still of Multnoma Falls. Among other things. Yeah, it was totally awesome. I BET that river was the Columbia in the meadow scene. All that green, my gosh. It was home, in mega wide screen. That may or may not have been the best part of the movie for me.

Besides the whole fact of me really not needing a romantic chick flick in my life right now. Not helpful! *growls* Even though I should probably go see it again sometime to actually watch it as a movie. Or just oogle more Southwest Washington. (even though Forks is supposed to be in the northern end of the Olympic Pennynsula...whatever)

Well, I'm going to sleep for a few hours, or try.

Makros Ponos!

I've got a lot of work. Greek work. I don't know how the hell I didn't get a deficiency sent home for that class. I'm probably just on the edge. I could be trying harder. But then you can always be trying harder.

I'm listening to my ska. It's good stuff. Pandora dot com. I made a ska station, and it's FINALLY playing something other than the same five songs. My alt rock station has resorted to only playing classic rock and red hot chili peppers. Not that I dislike it, it's just that there's no variety. What started with Blue October never plays them anymore. Weird.

So yeah, I'm on rounds tonight. I kinda like it when I'm on rounds, by myself. I mean, it's kinda annoying having to stop whatever you're doing every two hours and walk around the building. But hey, in theory it's a perfect study break. In theory. In practice, there's the internet, the Bros of SherNorth (who are awesome to chat with, seriously. Plus it's not like I started conversation with them because I need friends younger than me so I don't go insane after next year when EVERYONE does the G word) and then there's catching up on old House episodes. I'm kinda impressed with this season. I totally thought it was going to jump the shark, but it really hasn't yet.

You know, I really love typing really fast with my eyes closed, or looking at something else, just typing stream of consciousness like, and banging the hell out of my keyboard. There's something kinda satisfying about banging the HELL out of my keys. it's probably not the best thing, because it'ldl probably cause me to need a new keyboard by the end of the year, but it's soooooooo much fun. Like playing the piano all dramatically. Or really complicated, speedy runs on my clarinet. Now THAT'S fun. :D

I don't really have anything profound to say. Nothing really worthy of posting. Except for the fact that since this is my own blog, I can write whatever I feel like, and it'll probably get read by a few people. For a little bit, I can pretend that my opinion matters most. Not pretty clean good Catholic Katelyn, even. Just me. Katelyn, no qualifiers.

No qualifiers necessary. I like that.

It's so weird to actually be working. At yet, of course I'm not at the moment. lol. I know, pathetic Arts major. Silly BA.

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Dude, I just want to go home. Home and sleep in my bed. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in 'my' room when I get home. It's still Jess', in my mind. I'll take the couch the first night. Maybe. Depends on how tired I am when I get home. I'll bet you that I'll hit the wrong room accidently. 12 years of habit, ya know. Bah. I want to go home.

I also want to sleep, want a Top Burger Basket with everything on it from Top Burger, go stargaze and play mafia and frisbee at Doc Harris Stadium, play with my kitties (Mewy Bear is gonna be huge, my gosh. I left when she was only a little kitty. Bah.) and my beagle. Drive my Saturn. Oh gosh, that'd be awesome. Drive a little too fast on the back roads off of 192nd at night with 105.1 the Buzz playing. Or even Air1! Radio stations with a K in front! oh, and get a bit wasted with my good friends, one more time before we say goodbye forever. Hmmm...let's change the subject off of alcohol.

So, hmmm. Some things are relative. Others aren't.

But in the end, as long as I breath, I hope. I stole that from Cliff.

Now I'm going to pretend to learn some more greek.

Ave Mary A and Sober

This is my 100th post. Whoot.

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Pink is my alter ego. Or, P!nk, I should say. Always has been, and probably always will be. Her music is the voice of Bad Katelyn. And sometimes Good Katelyn.

I just sat through Sex and the City. I'm not doing that again. That's a stupid show. And yet...it's slightly intriguing. NO. I WILL NOT succumb to the bimbo-ocity. And yet, this episode's called "Are we sluts?". We'll reserve judgement for an hour.

I didn't have a staff meeting tonight, so I was all excited to watch House. Instead, I took a three hour nap. Oh well.

I can't wait for a homecooked meal. I'm soooo tired of Patriot food. Is it just me, or has it been on the not so great side lately.

I love Benefit cosmetics. If I had a big expendable income source, I'd totally buy out their whole stock. Alas, this is not the case. It's a brand that dishes out quality products (InStyle, Elle, Cosmo etc. agree) without the uppity brand attitude. Yes, I sound like an ad. But it's true. :-)

Hmmm. Maybe this episode isn't so bad. But House is still way better. :)

So like, I'm not all that happy. I want to laugh more. I don't think I'm laughing enough this year. Oh well. What else am I supposed to do? I make decisions, and have to live with them. I'm just living for the eventual, hoping that it's all worth it. Because if this is really all there is, then...

oh well.

And never mind, Sex and the City is stupid.

Something Like Laughter

Screw you all. Let it be known that I'm closing out the world and taking a hiatus from letting people in. There're a few people who are already in. Whatever, that's fine. They can stay there. But the rest of you, get out. I'm done. Screw it all.

And yet this isn't as depressing as it sounds. Or is it?

EWTN, yo.

So last night I finally had my November breakdown. At least, I think it was. Last year, it was a bit more...violent? in the bathroom of the honors lounge. This time it wasn't so much, but oh, it was awesome.

Have you heard the story of the little boy who walks in on his mom crying? I can't do it justice, but the gist of it is that the boy knows that his mom is basically super mom, and can do anything, but then one day he walks into her room to tell her something and sees her crying. He goes to his dad, because of course the kid is perplexed, and his dad tells him that God gave Mommy lots of gifts, strength and hardness and sensitivity and endurance and so on, but he also gave her a tear to use whenever she wants, because more is packed into that than many can understand.

I don't know what it is about November. This time it was all a combination of missing home and feeling lonely and getting sucked into routine and the surface life and feeling the strong pull between two lifestyles, two choices. It would deem to rip me in half, if it could. So I cried. Oh, it was lovely. Just to set yourself down and cry about everything, your own problems, the state of the world, the lack of love everywhere, for yourself and for everyone.

And then I started channel surfing. Yeah, weird. And even weirder, for some reason I stopped on ETWN. PRobably because Groeschel was talking. Even though I didn't realize it was Groeschel for a while. He has a nice voice, and I figured I'd give it a shot at comforting me. It was him and some other people talking about vocation, I think. But with that going on in the front of my mind, for the first time in a long, long time I really felt alone, truly alone, but alone with peace residing within. So not really alone. No one else in the room but myself and God. My non-believer friends, I'm sure you can't even fathom how it works, or that it's even possible. But it's what I experienced. *shrug* My believer friends, hey guess what! God let me feel something for him, gave me the gift of his peace and presence and consolation for an evening!

I thought of Phillip Blyss' poem: "It is well with my soul."

Now I get to go eat Andy pancakes. But before I do (I'm already late, of course), I'll throw in one more point. I want to live higher than the norm. I see a life, a whole world of lives living through the adrenaline, the thrill, the sexual pleasure, the occaisonal reckless adventure, the world bubble the encompasses the present and the past, a little bit of future, that only goes horizontal through everything. It's fun, I can't deny that. SO, so much fun. But it isn't enough for me. Then there are people who want to live for the heavens. That's a radical lifestyle that IS the Christian, the call to holiness that goes beyond and above what's here and around us, begging us to self actualize into what we can be. These people are my heroes, the ones who deny themselves and take up their crosses, and desperately try and try and fail and try to live for something more. Something more than....*looks around* this.

Now I'm going to eat Andy Pancakes.

I came up with this title halfway through my post.

With the amount I've been writing, you'd think I'm doing NaNoWriMo. (go google it) But alas, although I'm signed up I'm not, because I don't have a big enough plot bunny or motivation to crank out 1667 words a night. Maybe someday, but not today.

Life is...back to good. Well, it was always good, I know that. Life at the Mount is beautiful, even if it gets "take a screwdriver to my temple" boring and routine. (go look up Pi on IMDB) I broke the monotony by celebrating my first roundless weekend with a few bad life decisions, only to have God smack me in the face and remind me that I'm always an RA, especially on nights when I just want a few hours off.

Fall out here is beautiful. It literally looks like the hill I reside on is on fire, towards the end of october/early november. But right now the leaves are thoroughly about their business of falling, and I can see Emmitsburg pretty clearly through my window, and not just tree and parking lot.

I know I'm tied to this place for at least four more years after this one. It might be longer, depending on what life throws at me. I admit it, though, it's all starting to really grow on me. Well, spend enough time anywhere and that'll do it. But...heh, well, we'll just see what direction God wants to throw me in.

Speaking of God, prayer is a good thing. A very good thing. I think I'm going to take a break from asking someone else's opinion and try to figure out God's. We'll see what happens. Especially if I can even manage to accomplish that. :) Get my marching orders, and hope that I can follow them right.

Oh, I declared my major. Not a huge deal, it's been in the works for a while. I just feel like I should raise a private toast to the fact that I'm no longer Undeclared, but listed under "Theology". Philosophy will soon come to double that, then hopefully an English minor. Yeah, might as well put that APLit 5 to good use. :-) And yes, I know I'm bragging.

And along those lines of classes, I think I'm going to take a summer session or two out here. I'll see what's offered for teh second session, and see if I can be the RA for it. I talked to Jess (yes, the Steinke Spawn number 2) for a little bit yesterday, and mom, and Mom told me that Jess has been having trouble finding a job in the area. So either Jess is picky and/or lazy or it's more proof that the job market really isn't all that great back home. Which, on top of everything else, is an even better reason to spend a bit more time east side.

I do miss home, though. I really miss my family, and I'm a bit surprised. Distance can do wonderful things, lol. I think next year I'll go home for Fall break, stay here for thanksgiving and go home for Christmas. It feels like I've been here forever - spending fall break in Camas might have been a good decision. Oh well. Life moves forward, both here and back home, and it won't wait for me. The Camas I know and love is slowly evolving, and even the woods I grew up in isn't the same. I feel like it's all the more reason to cut the cord connected to my home state.

Anywho, I'm hungry, so instead of being emo and not eating, I'm venturing out of my den to hunt.

Rawr.

Nellie Bly and Joel Stein

I feel a bit on the lonely side today. I'm not entirely sure why. I got out of science a full half hour before normally possible, praise God. So to kill time I went and checked my mail, (another TIME magazine that I won't read...oh well, my subscription will expire soon. So much for that - I've been reading it for a good...what, eight years at least? I do think it's gone downhill, steadily, since then. But I have closely followed Joel Stein's writing career. He's my favorite, and I'm very glad that he went from an occasional "Essay" writer to having his own bimonthly "Awesome Column" with the occasional cover story. Good for him.), where were we? Oh, yes, checked my mail. Then I went to the RA work room and filled out a bit of paperwork to cover my ass a bit more for tomorrow's meeting with Katherine. I dread these a bit, but they've thus far always turned out well. If worse comes to worse I can always cry about how lonely I am. That saved me from a lecture about not turning in my paperwork on time, I believe, in my first meeting. But that aside, I went back into Patriot, but didn't really feel like imposing myself on Derek and Nick and crew. I always feel like I'm imposing myself on them whenever I go eat. Not on Nick, or really even Derek anymore, but on the others a bit. The girls feel sorry for me, I think. It's annoying. Or, at least that's the vibe I get. Oh well. So instead I took my bacon cheeseburger and peach tea to go and went back to my room to listen to a bit more of Nellie Bly's Ten Days in a Madhouse. I highly recommend it.

But more later. In the meantime, I've got to go drag myself out of bed (naps are good, as are starbucks double shots) and go help Sarah and Gen direct band rehearsal, as Prof. T is sick and doesn't want us to lose time to rehearse. I'm excited. I'd run the whole damn thing myself if I could.

My Tree IS Epic! It is!!!

After crafting the most cheap-ass board in existance, I have to say...

Damn I love my tree. It's an epic tree. NO joke. And it WILL have Christmas lights in December. Or, paper ones at least.

I don't know if I'd be able to keep it up through the rest of the year. But I wish I could. I really love that tree.

I'm such an RA.

:-D

In other news, it's another Monday. Somehow I was smart and set my alarm for seven, so I woke up just before the power flickered. I did that because I needed to get into the workroom to get stuff to finish the board before Katherine came around this morning. So, because I procrastinated, I'm actually able to be up in time for my classes!!! See, it's a good thing!

In other news, my life just keeps getting more tangled. Social life, that is. It's not a bad thing. Highly entertaining, actually. It hasn't gotten to headache level, and I doubt that it will. It's fun to both enjoy and bitch about.

That said, i'm going to go shower and make a motivational poster to stick on my door before my Phil. class.

Tschus, my dears.

booooooooored

Nobody gives a crap about reading some random person's blog. The only reason why people bother reading this page is that they're personally invested in it. I'm not whining, just thinking about that.

In other news, I'm bored out of my mind. I'm sure I could find something to do...at least, I was sure twenty minutes ago. Now I'm just sitting around here waiting for something to happen, some opportunity to cross my path. I supposed I should be grateful for some solace. But seriously, I'm just boooooored. It's Saturday night, and I don't have rounds! I should be out doing something memorable. Or at least amusing.

And now that I've said all that, hopefully something will happen.

I suppose I could make something happen. But I don't think I have enough courage to do so. And thus by thinking that I don't have the guts to go out and make something fun happen, it turns into a self-fulfilling prophesy. Oh bah.

It's 6:06 am...

...and I'm finally going to bed. I think this is officially my longest night of rounds ever. Elisabeth and I had to kick out 14 or so people from rooms they weren't supposed to be in. New record. We also had a CDS. That wasn't fun. The kids were super compliant, though, which will definitely help them.

I hope I didn't do anything wrong. I'll find out later.

And now, I'm going to bed.