Undefined

I learned something about myself today...I can't be defined. I tried to redesign my blog to the best of my technologically challenged ability. Much to my dismay, I could not find a "kathryn" background. But then I came across linen. Immediately I fell in love! Just as fast as my excitement rose, it sank; I saw myself as a young vibrant dreamer, settling with linen. I blame it on my mother's love for pottery barn, my sister's infatuation with being chic, and my father's keen eye for fabrics. Am i simply a beige slate that has no pattern, no excitement? No, no..i'm half that. I found the beauty in simplicity. To spice it up I added the "homemade apple" font. One, because I really like food and my gramma's apple pies, and two, because it screams Anne of Green Gables. It's whimsical and at times difficult to read which is perfect because I'm truly tickled by the whimsy of life so much so that I scribble all of feelings in ways that aren't always comprehendible/legible. So, you see, I may have been searching for utterly urban or shamelessly chic, but in the middle I found a bunch of tan and pages of loop-d-loop letters. A little bit of everything and completely undefinable:)

Find a little you in a little of everything,

Kat

"Confidence is the goal, not the cotton candy of self esteem. Confidence grows like well-formed muscles on a long distance runner. Confidence is not bequeathed to you. It is earned through time."

-David Barrett

Chem for Dummies PLEASE

Everything in my life just kinda happens. I pretend to make decisions and when people ask "what made you choose..." I go with it and answer accordingly. But, I have a secret, I don't get a chance to choose anything. I am currently in Chem. 100 because I tried to take Ag. The dreaded day arrived, registration day. I already felt behind because everyone seemed to have all of their schedules/overrides taken care of. It was noon and I'd yet to even have a tentative schedule. But, I stood up tall from my desk at work, grabbed my notebook (after having dps unlock the office due to my locking my possessions within) and walked to the professor's office, where I would smoothly plead my case for getting an override in Ag. I did just that, but he started shaking his head. "I teach Chem." This is where most people blush, lower their heads and walk out to find the correct office. But, in my asthmatic, flustered way, I raised my head, smiled, sweated, and said "okay that works too!" So now I sit in the center of the 4th row in a building that smells like a hospital. I do love the story that got me to this place and I am quite determined to make it a joyful ride. But then again, I suppose that's not for me to decide.

In a Land Not So Far Away

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, a guy met a gal. Tall (and muscley) he stood before her, using his delicate blue eyes to entrance her. She was an independent soul and stayed away from the handsome figure…except for their long walks at night. The pursuit began and suddenly her little corner of the world in what she planned on calling home for the next 4 years started overflowing with flowers and notes, which lead to hints, that lead to more surprises. Eventually, they stayed up for hours every night telling stories and using homework as a responsible excuse to be up so late. They became the best of friends. She loved the friendship she had… she thought of them as kindred spirits. But one day he walked into her room, her space, in no way apologetic for the barging and exclaimed that he would not give up. He told her she was his. She sat quietly and listened, but little did he know, she was dancing inside. Their documented story began on October 30, 2010. Naturally, in her graceful manner, she begged him not to choose this night to ask her the simple question that would make her his and only his for an indefinite amount of time. But he promised adventure and she trusted his timing was best. So she said yes and again felt reassured in his arms. However, it’s the story before that night that hasn’t been shared. It could easily be mistaken with Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, or any other Disney creation. A boy pursued a girl. The girl fell for the boy. And on December 5 their story began again when he whispered 3 little words into her ear. Of course, she gasped and exclaimed, “DON’T”, foolishly mistaken once more, for his timing he’d already proven perfect. So they live on happily…

Welp

I used to long for the day boredom would embrace me. I yearned to sit on a couch and stare at a ceiling or perhaps mindlessly twirl my hair while watching an over-watched rerun of Friends. I had plans to become a master cellist during these breaks from life; i'd learn the art of cooking, read a book, become an artist and essentially mark my fingerprint in the world. Then, Christmas break 2010 happened. I tried to defy my clock by sleeping in like any normal young adult such as myself. I can't help that I like the sound of birds and the feeling of sun on my face of an early morn! Why can't I too desire a dark dungeon and hours of uninterrupted sleep? At least that would cut into my hours of eating mindless sweets filled with chocolate, peanut butter, sugars galore, disgusting yummies of sort. What's even worse is..I'm also becoming one of them, the shoppers. Just yesterday I relentlessly laughed at my sister for obsessing over jcrew sales and today I find myself waiting for the oh-so-important semi-anual you know what sale starting Jan. 4, TOMORROW! But while I wait, I'm left once more on the couch, fighting off the newest addition to our kitchen, coffee cake. Today is a new day and while I may not be impressing the boy's family with my newest chef-like creations (like chris did with my family), I will conquer my own evils. Today i shall read a book and today I shall eat less. A new me is on the way. Boring or not, here I come.

Embrace boredom,

Kat