Maybe that's why I don't get along with a particular group. I have friends in my major, no doubt, but you wouldn't see me in any Facebook Albums with 'em. I'm never at their outings, not really willing to date anyone in my immediate group of friends or really anything clique-y like that. Do they invite me to? I'm pretty sure they don't. I'd like to think it's because I'm too busy, but they would at least ask, right? Either way, I don't think similar fields of academic studies are grounds for a good relationship anyway. I mean, I get all the "English Major Jokes," but damn I'm not gonna go nuts with them in public around other people; I'd look like a nerd! There's nothing wrong with being a nerd, but don't go out of your way to be one, then you're just a hipster!
I could talk myself in circles here, but my point is that I don't think college is a terribly great place to make relationships that last. It's so distinct from high school, in which you are bound by law to attend every day, and that sort of shared oppression makes some of the people you are stuck with help to shoulder your burden rather than just make it worse (both kinds are in high school, of course). I know I shouldn't be calling my education a burden; I like school-really I do. In college, it's like, you just feel so optional to everyone. That's not to say I don't have some good friends here, but most of the people here seem so much more self absorbed (myself included.I have too much to do for myself to care about others.) C'est la Vie.
-Kat
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My Best Friend:
A totally not class mandated writing exercise, of course:
She wakes up early in the morning. Her cell phone's alarm clock blares a jagged and intrusive ringtone, but she simply saunters out of bed. She likes to have plenty of time to get ready for school. She's already picked out what she wants to wear today, but she hasn't quite decided how she'll style her hair. The unpreparedness stresses her out.
She purses her lips and takes the Chap Stick off of her nightstand and applies a waxy coat liberally to her mouth. Her fingers run through her hair, which is oily and stiff from the short night's sleep. She incessantly scratches the scabs on her head and curses her insubstantial chestnut locks. She'll feel better after a shower, she always does. In the common bathroom, she takes off her sleepwear, a light cerulean tank top and a pair of black shorts that stop just halfway up the thigh, and turns on the shower. The hot water isn't working very well today, so she has to put up with an icy shower. Hot showers make her face dry, anyway.
She returns to her bedroom clad in a towel, her slithering wet hair no longer oily, but still giving her problems. She thinks about cutting it all off as she applies another coat of Chap Stick to her lips. With her tools in hand, she applies her makeup, wishing she didn't have to primp every day for only two or three classes. Her television softly plays a familiar jingle she hums along with. It's going to be stuck in her head all day.
Braided, in a sweep, straight down...she considers all her options as she holds her dark brown eyeliner pencil a centimeter away from her matching eyes. She plugs in her blow drier and begins to work on her hair, dreading the moment she will have to make her decision. Her hair now crackling baked earth stays brushed and silent. She sticks on her thick glasses and takes a long look in the mirror and considers the possible consequences of each arrangement. She dresses in her prescribed garments and smothers her lips with another waxy kiss.
She prepares a simple breakfast: Organic oatmeal with bananas cut into it. She's trying to get a healthy start this school year, and after countless promises to herself, she plans on honoring her body. While she eats her healthy mush, a stray hair falls into her breakfast. Her brow furrows as the steam from her oats form on her forehead. The empty bowl is placed in the sink, and she makes her way to her bathroom sink to brush her teeth. As she thoroughly scrubs, she continues to glance at her hair. After rinsing her mouth out, she sighs and removes the hair-tie she wore around her wrist and pulls her hair into a sloppy ponytail.
She puts on her shoes, hoists her bookbag and purse over her shoulders and quickly mouths a list of items to herself. Once she has ensured her possessions were accounted for and placed properly, she rummages through her purse again to make sure they are- in fact- there.
She closes the door, ensuring twice that she has her keys with her. Before leaving her apartment building, she pulls another Chap Stick out of a pocket and re-applies her protection.
-Kat
She wakes up early in the morning. Her cell phone's alarm clock blares a jagged and intrusive ringtone, but she simply saunters out of bed. She likes to have plenty of time to get ready for school. She's already picked out what she wants to wear today, but she hasn't quite decided how she'll style her hair. The unpreparedness stresses her out.
She purses her lips and takes the Chap Stick off of her nightstand and applies a waxy coat liberally to her mouth. Her fingers run through her hair, which is oily and stiff from the short night's sleep. She incessantly scratches the scabs on her head and curses her insubstantial chestnut locks. She'll feel better after a shower, she always does. In the common bathroom, she takes off her sleepwear, a light cerulean tank top and a pair of black shorts that stop just halfway up the thigh, and turns on the shower. The hot water isn't working very well today, so she has to put up with an icy shower. Hot showers make her face dry, anyway.
She returns to her bedroom clad in a towel, her slithering wet hair no longer oily, but still giving her problems. She thinks about cutting it all off as she applies another coat of Chap Stick to her lips. With her tools in hand, she applies her makeup, wishing she didn't have to primp every day for only two or three classes. Her television softly plays a familiar jingle she hums along with. It's going to be stuck in her head all day.
Braided, in a sweep, straight down...she considers all her options as she holds her dark brown eyeliner pencil a centimeter away from her matching eyes. She plugs in her blow drier and begins to work on her hair, dreading the moment she will have to make her decision. Her hair now crackling baked earth stays brushed and silent. She sticks on her thick glasses and takes a long look in the mirror and considers the possible consequences of each arrangement. She dresses in her prescribed garments and smothers her lips with another waxy kiss.
She prepares a simple breakfast: Organic oatmeal with bananas cut into it. She's trying to get a healthy start this school year, and after countless promises to herself, she plans on honoring her body. While she eats her healthy mush, a stray hair falls into her breakfast. Her brow furrows as the steam from her oats form on her forehead. The empty bowl is placed in the sink, and she makes her way to her bathroom sink to brush her teeth. As she thoroughly scrubs, she continues to glance at her hair. After rinsing her mouth out, she sighs and removes the hair-tie she wore around her wrist and pulls her hair into a sloppy ponytail.
She puts on her shoes, hoists her bookbag and purse over her shoulders and quickly mouths a list of items to herself. Once she has ensured her possessions were accounted for and placed properly, she rummages through her purse again to make sure they are- in fact- there.
She closes the door, ensuring twice that she has her keys with her. Before leaving her apartment building, she pulls another Chap Stick out of a pocket and re-applies her protection.
-Kat
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I'm reading my last few posts, and I'm just like "What are you talking about!?" I couldn't even be bothered to think of a title for today.
Selma, my friend from high school called me today. Well, I should say "she called me, and I wasn't around, so I called her while she was doing god knows what, so she missed my call, and then she decided to call me back two hours later," but that would not only be totally boring, but a really unnecessary detail. Anyway, I find it amazing that I can keep in touch with someone I haven't really even seen in months. We used to be really close: Friends since middle school, pretty much did everything together. We even had a spat over a guy! If that's not your average Teen Melodrama 'Best-Friendship,' I don't know what is.
She spoke with me over an hour about this and that. I hardly was able to get a word in other than how school was going. It's always been like that unfortunately. It's tough to get people to care about how your day was when they want to tell you about theirs so badly. I'm not complaining, though. How many times do I really need to tell her "I woke up a little too early and went to classes that are a little too difficult. Then I ate a little too much and tried to type another paper I care too little about." At least her daily routines are interesting, and when I think about how she made the choice not to further her education, I wonder if I'm wasting my life. I mean, just look at me, I'm sitting here in front of this computer screen slowly waiting for the day where I just feel like I can write something good enough to keep writing for more than the time it takes my iTunes playlist to finish. I would say I'm in a slump, but I think you have to have been on high ground at some point to be in one of those.
I should get out more. Maybe I need a boyfriend.
-Kat
Selma, my friend from high school called me today. Well, I should say "she called me, and I wasn't around, so I called her while she was doing god knows what, so she missed my call, and then she decided to call me back two hours later," but that would not only be totally boring, but a really unnecessary detail. Anyway, I find it amazing that I can keep in touch with someone I haven't really even seen in months. We used to be really close: Friends since middle school, pretty much did everything together. We even had a spat over a guy! If that's not your average Teen Melodrama 'Best-Friendship,' I don't know what is.
She spoke with me over an hour about this and that. I hardly was able to get a word in other than how school was going. It's always been like that unfortunately. It's tough to get people to care about how your day was when they want to tell you about theirs so badly. I'm not complaining, though. How many times do I really need to tell her "I woke up a little too early and went to classes that are a little too difficult. Then I ate a little too much and tried to type another paper I care too little about." At least her daily routines are interesting, and when I think about how she made the choice not to further her education, I wonder if I'm wasting my life. I mean, just look at me, I'm sitting here in front of this computer screen slowly waiting for the day where I just feel like I can write something good enough to keep writing for more than the time it takes my iTunes playlist to finish. I would say I'm in a slump, but I think you have to have been on high ground at some point to be in one of those.
I should get out more. Maybe I need a boyfriend.
-Kat
Friday, January 21, 2011
I Browse the Web With My Mouth Open
It's an idiosyncrasy. It give's me pretty bad dry mouth when it's cold out. I don't know why I do it, either. Maybe my mouth is just unhinged while people putting their vapid opinions about nothing important is being forced into my brain by a screen that shoots a laser a million times into my eyes before I can finish blinking. You'd think if people had all this to say, you could have an intelligent discussion with one of them more than once in awhile. I find myself often listening to people talking about what insane things their phone can do or something equally superficial. The best way to stop a conversation? Have an opinion, I've noticed.
Maybe this is why I don't have much human contact outside of classes. God, I can't just be that unpleasant for wanting to actually connect with another person. I mean, now that I think about it, I don't even use social networking sites to talk to people, and people seem so uninterested in what I have to say half that time that I might as well just not talk to them! We now rely on a Facebook or (ironically) a Blogger to keep up with our friends and find actually interacting with people uninteresting and confrontational! That does it, I'm going to text message whenever I am walking somewhere, and the next time someone asks me how my day was, I'm just going to tell them "READ MY BLOG."
-Kat
Maybe this is why I don't have much human contact outside of classes. God, I can't just be that unpleasant for wanting to actually connect with another person. I mean, now that I think about it, I don't even use social networking sites to talk to people, and people seem so uninterested in what I have to say half that time that I might as well just not talk to them! We now rely on a Facebook or (ironically) a Blogger to keep up with our friends and find actually interacting with people uninteresting and confrontational! That does it, I'm going to text message whenever I am walking somewhere, and the next time someone asks me how my day was, I'm just going to tell them "READ MY BLOG."
-Kat
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Popcorn.
I get home from class late in the evening just craving popcorn. I throw it in the microwave. I don't even put it in a bowl. But you know what? I think I got a little too ahead of myself. I almost broke my back molars on an unpopped kernel. I looked into my bag to find that like, half of the popcorn hadn't popped. For crying out loud, our civilization can put ice cream in a doughnut but we can't make a microwave that ever has the perfect preset time for popcorn? It's getting to the point where I can't even over-eat properly! Maybe it was a sign. Maybe fate's limiting my snacking and telling me to exercise more...
Well that's not fair! I want the right to get morbidly obese if I feel like doing that!
-Kat
Well that's not fair! I want the right to get morbidly obese if I feel like doing that!
-Kat
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday Mornings are Like a Backhanded Compliment...
Does anyone else get that intense feeling of anxiety that comes with Sundays? It must have something to do with having been in school for the better part of my life. Even if I'm totally ready for tomorrow or even if I don't have classes on Monday, I still get that uneasy feeling in my stomach.
The other problem with Sundays is that there is absolutely nothing to do. I don't even have a room mate anymore to talk to since getting this single. I've spent the whole weekend clicking away at this computer. Whether I'm doing homework or keeping in touch with my mother, I've been glued to this (honestly, too small) laptop screen. I guess this is what you get when you're a college student who never really had any problems with being at home.
So...
Maybe I'll try to solve that Rubik's Cube again. Rachel, one of my former room mates gave it to me after she said she moved all the stickers around to solve it.
-Kat
The other problem with Sundays is that there is absolutely nothing to do. I don't even have a room mate anymore to talk to since getting this single. I've spent the whole weekend clicking away at this computer. Whether I'm doing homework or keeping in touch with my mother, I've been glued to this (honestly, too small) laptop screen. I guess this is what you get when you're a college student who never really had any problems with being at home.
So...
Maybe I'll try to solve that Rubik's Cube again. Rachel, one of my former room mates gave it to me after she said she moved all the stickers around to solve it.
-Kat
Friday, January 14, 2011
First Post, and Already Some Thoughts...
Hello, everyone! I know I should have started to do this years ago, but I'm trying my hand at keeping a 'blog.' People always say regularly writing on here would make me a better writer. With the way the last year was going though, I hardly had time to even think straight, but that's another story!
I was shocked to find out that Blogger is owned by Google. I mean, I had been to this site a few times in the past, but only when I signed up did I notice! Honestly, how much more of the internet do they need!? Nothing is sacred anymore, not even Blogger.
Maybe this isn't so good for a first post, but it is sort of late, right? I shouldn't even be up wasting my time like this. I've got a ton of papers to write for Tuesday!
-Kat
P.S. I really do take more pride in my work than using a pre-made design. I'll try and whip up something in the next few days when I'm not so overworked...
I was shocked to find out that Blogger is owned by Google. I mean, I had been to this site a few times in the past, but only when I signed up did I notice! Honestly, how much more of the internet do they need!? Nothing is sacred anymore, not even Blogger.
Maybe this isn't so good for a first post, but it is sort of late, right? I shouldn't even be up wasting my time like this. I've got a ton of papers to write for Tuesday!
-Kat
P.S. I really do take more pride in my work than using a pre-made design. I'll try and whip up something in the next few days when I'm not so overworked...
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