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.