1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me.

I'm blogging! I forget how much I love to do this until I actually get back into it. I really enjoyed my weekend. It was pretty epic in terms of movies watched. Friday consisted of Stardust and Monsters vs. Aliens, both of which satisfied my childish imagination to the point of explosion. Saturday I caught a matinee of I Love You, Man which was just downright hilarious, and Sunday was High Fidelity. Aside from watching great movies, I got to spend time with people I love just hanging out, dancing the night away at Navs semi-formal, and road trippin' to H-ville. It's weekends like this that I love living in Tuscaloosa and fully appreciate how blessed I am to have such amazing people in my life. 

I know I rant a lot on here about being busy, but, really, there isn't much I love more. This week's another stressful one, so I have every hour planned from Monday to Friday. Things do calm down a bit after tomorrow, though. I have my first tour tomorrow. I'm trying to not be nervous, but it's hard to keep that at bay. I know that I know the information; I just can't help the nagging notion in the back of my mind that I'm going to be one of those horror stories that they tell future new Capstoners of what NOT to do on your first tour. Oh, my, I hope not. I guess all I can do is trust myself and know that it only gets easier from here. I am excited too; this will be the culmination of everything I've been working for. It's the reason why I learned all that stuff in the first place, to share it with someone else. And there's just something so cool in that to me.

I am overwhelmed by the onslaught of upcoming concerts I want to go to. I got Dave and Ray LaMontagne covered, but Coldplay is coming in May (with Pete Yorn opening) and J. Mraz to Crawfish Boil, and I really want to go. I hate it when artists I love come so close and I just miss them. As I have previously stated via facebook status, if I could, I would quit school and become a professional concert-goer. Unfortunately, no such occupation exists.

Everyone seems to be changing up their layout, and I think it's time for Double Bird Strike to do the same. I need to consult my roommate on this. 

In other news, KATIE BRAZEAL'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!! I'm so happy that kid was born. Everyone make her feel loved and special, cause she is. I couldn't ask for a better roommate. 

Feliz cumpleaños,

Katie K.

"put your sunglasses on, because you ain't going home till the morning comes." -frank sinatra

today, i was doing a little updating on the ol' fb profile. i wanted to include a shout out to my newest wardrobe addition, purple aviators, when suddenly i realized that i have a blog for this type thing. why limit my little sun-shielding spectacles to a mere sentence, god-forbid only a phrase, when there is a blog waiting to be filled with their stories and antics?

i bought said glasses just hours before departing on sb '09. i was walking through target in search of the perfect spring break accessory when i encountered the huge display of sunglasses. mangled though the presentation of eyewear was, it called to me. there is just something so inviting about trying on sunglasses. it can't be that they always fit right cause that's a lie. some have fashion faux pas written all over them. it's gotta be because there is no dressing room involved thus removing a good amount of sketchiness from the trying on process. i begin to don pair after pair. now mind you, i already had some shades, but as i browsed the selection, i came to the conclusion that the sunglasses i owned were a little too mom-ish. i was in need of a style update. that's when i came across the purple aviators. they were a little too much fun for only $12.99, so my decision was made. i had found what i was looking for. 

yes, their practicality is questionable. yes, they earned me the nickname princess over spring break (which i am still not sure i am ok with). and yes, there are times i blame the purchase of such shades on the absence of my level-headed roommate. but in the end, they make me happy. i owe you one, target. 

roomsie and i spring breaking it.

Michael J. Fox was Alex P. Keaton

Hello, old friend. I came to the shocking realization yesterday that I haven't blogged in OVER A MONTH. That is some major slacking. My roommate has posted (count 'em) FIVE times since my last post. That's just plain unacceptable. I know you've missed me. So, dear readers, I am back. Watch me not post again for two months after saying that. 

I had an epic spring break. It was refreshing and encouraging and exactly what I needed. I got the perfect doses of fun, relaxation, and getting pushed outside my comfort zone. The Lord really challenged me in a lot of areas, and it was just so needed. I did not want to come back to my normal life of stress and schedule and school (yeah, alliteration). But the day did come when it was time to come home. I guess I had just blocked out of my mind the amount of work that was waiting for me when I got back, but I was shocked to see that I had two tests and a paper all due within the first three days of being back. Who does that? So, as I wanted to cling to spring break mode, I was forced back into the world of preterite vs. imperfect verb tenses and early Victorian poets.

I also found out that I had to register for classes almost immediately upon returning. Now, registering for classes MAJORLY stresses me out. I'm not really sure why. I think it's because I find myself overwhelmed by a large amount of options, and we got a whole lot of those when it comes to class choices here at the U of A. I envy you nursing majors who have all 4 and a half years mapped out and it's completely set in stone for you. It's the choices that overwhelm me, and all the different requirements for honors and my major. And who knows if I'll even stay in my major? It's these thoughts that paralyze me as I just stare at the one inch thick course catalog. I would really love it if someone would just plan it for me. And ironically enough, the College of Communication does a pretty poor job of communicating when advising is and how to set up appointments.

So, all this to say, I got back with two days to determine what classes I wanted/needed to take next semester without advisement. I promptly called my brother who has advised me astonishingly well in the past and he helped me figure it out. I had my classes ready this morning to sign up for, confident that I was doing the right classes when I logged on to find that the UH class I wanted to take wasn't being offered (It was on the course description they sent out! Shouldn't it be available?!) I was bummed, but also freaking out. Here I was having to make the quick decision on my own. I scanned the available UH writing courses... financial planning? nope. legal writing? nope. entrepeneurship? nope. modern poetry? I clicked on it because it was the only one that sounded mildly interesting to me and fit in the time slot I needed. So, I'm taking a modern poetry seminar. This could be a disaster. I shouldn't be allowed to make decisions like this for myself. 

I plan on taking a rainy nap this afternoon. Heck yeah. Also, "Come On, Eileen" and "Summer Girls" are my songs of the summer. I plan on listening to them over and over if you want to join.

Back with a vengeance,

Katie K.

to whom it may concern: springtime is here

as winnie the pooh once wisely said...

"the spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. i wonder where them birdies is?"

long-awaited spring is upon us! the "flash of fuchsia" pink nail polish on my fingernails, the hanson station i created on pandora, last night's consuming need for a playground, the color of the grass on the quad, and possibly the fact that my birthday is in a week all point to this simple truth. 

eat it up.

woah-oh-oh

and we are back.

this post is to simply ease myself back into the blogging universe. i would like my last few weeks as a freshie to be well documented, so forget finishing strong in school. as long as the blog is thriving, i will consider spring semester a success. 

sb '09 is over, much to my dismay. it was a needed break. i had an incredible trip complete with new friends and new experiences. unfortunately it left me feeling like i need a vacation just to recover from my vacation. regrettably, that is not an option. and so i press on...

today katie k and i facebook stalked together (what we do best). post-spring break is the prime time to creep around on the book. a plethora of pictures to provide endless laughs is waiting at your fingertips, so obviously we didn't let such an opportunity pass us by. are we stalking you? you will never know. 

and i am going to leave you with that disturbing thought...

trying to embrace my return to the real world,

katie b. 

thank you tuscaloosa!

it has officially been a week since blogging last went down. inexcusable. 

to start off with, i would like to note that i am listening to "trouble" by coldplay on repeat. as many of you know, i do not own a lot of music. the world of music overwhelms me, and most of the time, i just choose to steer clear of it. however, i am a fan of pandora; it makes life simple. it recently brought me this little treasure; consequently, i am eternally grateful. this song is hauntingly beautiful... thus i am sitting at my desk, listening to this song in the dark while eating cheez-its and blogging. oh the life. 

the next very important item of business to cover is a very pleasant but unusual compliment that i received twice this week. god knows that i like to sing... a lot. much to my disappointment, most of my singing is a combination of crazy, random songs that are sadly off pitch and on the wrong beat. my family considers my singing to be one of my personality quirks. i love it, but i am afraid that it drives people away from me. however, at ruf last week, frank cade leaned over after the final song and asked me if i sang in high school cause he thought i had a good voice. i about dropped dead right there. nothing has ever meant so much to me. then at lunch at the chi-omega house today, father woodsen, the episcopal priest that eats with us on tuesdays and wednesdays, told me that i had a pretty voice and must be a singer. i am pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. i wanted to stop right there and give him a little rendition of "build me up buttercup" or something catchy like that. thankfully, i kept my mouth closed. the facade continues. 

it snowed this past weekend. it's incredible how much the little things in life can do to make me happy. my life has been extremely overwhelming recently. to me, the snow was god's way of saying, "calm down. i am in control." the comfort i find in the fact that i do not have to create my own story is astounding. god has already written it for me. 

i'd like to end in a shout out to my roomsmate! thank you for loving me and for being honest with me... you are helping make freshman year one of the best experiences of my life. i am so glad i have you for round 2 next year. and on top of all this, you are going to make the best capstoner ever. don't listen to those debbie downers:) 

sweet dreams, coldplay.

joey

(because i ate a meatball sub for lunch today)