Sitting on the floor

Hello,

So I really really enjoy sitting on the floor. Its not like I am against sitting in a chair or at a desk or in a couch, I find all of those things lovely. I just find myself on the floor a lot, with my back against the wall or the dresser or something, and I am quite happy. This is not a simple "theres one place that's really comfortable on the floor" its more of an active choice to sit on the floor. I don't know what it is about sitting on the floor that I find so wonderful, but it is something that I either acquired or noticed in college. 

Now that you know about that lovely aspect of my personality, let me tell you why I found it necessary to blog about this scenario. Why you may ask? Because I am procrastinating from doing physics homework so shush don't judge me. Or do. I don't care. Have fun.

Anyway, my dorm on campus is called "Little" and when your Freshman Dorm is called "Little" you have to prepare yourself mentally for what will come of this. My dorm room is really, really small. I have a roommate. My friend has a single and her room is the size of my room. I personally don't mind too much, and I honestly don't have a lot of stuff, so the size of my room doesn't usually bother me. Except for times like these.

My tiny dorm has, oh how should I say this, "character." The people are lovely (for the most part) and it is small, kind of ugly, and only has two washers and two dryers for the whole dorm (all 70 people). Now I am proud of my dorm, and I do love living here because I know everyone and we are all that stereotypical college dorm life of a community and whatnot. However, our dryers stopped working and I was not informed of this lovely fact.

I already washed my clothes, paid for the dryer, and came back to the dryer saying "oh yes I have done my job look at me aren't I wonderful!" and stuck with very wet and damp clothes. Normally people might say "but Katie, just use the second dryer instead!" NOPE! That dryer had been claimed and by the time that I would get to use it, most of my clothes would be dry anyway right? Wrong. Also, to add insult to injury, I procrastinated doing my laundry to the last possible second, so now I have basically my entire wardrobe sprawled across my tiny-ass dorm room like a truly classy individual.

College living. Isn't it the best?

With my wardrobe scattered across my room with my minimal things, I also mean my desk and chair. At this point I realized that I needed to do physics and found my clothing to not be a good enough reason to ignore my workload, so I sat on the floor. The silly thing is, I would have sat on the floor anyway.

Because sitting on the floor is cool.

Spring "Break"

So why is the word break in quotation marks?

Because it is a lie.

Yes. Spring Break is not what everyone wants you to believe. It is not some magical time without any worries or work or care. Especially not for science majors. No, Spring Break is a hell in which you think you can have fun but in reality you have 10 papers for various classes that you have to complete in the week and the weather is beautiful but you cannot enjoy it because you are sitting in your room writing papers on your laptop and you parents think that you are spending all of your time online on facebook and just being antisocial when in fact you are working your butt off.

In a related rant... Why does the world hate science majors?! WE ARE GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD WHY MUST YOU PUT US THROUGH HELL?! Seriously. We are the most stressed, have to take the hardest classes, get worse GPAs due to the volume of work, and have no social lives. Why?! What did science majors ever do to you? What did we do to deserve this kind of torment? Why don't english majors have 5 essays due in one week like we have 5 lab reports, homework assignments, and engineering projects? Whenever an english major complains about having to read a book by a certain date I always give them the "BITCH YOU ARE JUST READING" look. I mean seriously.

But anyway back to Spring Break. I am back home in beautiful Southern California and I cannot enjoy the sunshine. I was looking forward to this week of no work, sunshine, and good times. What I didn't realize was that these are pure LIES! LIES I TELL YOU!!!

Nobody has a purely fun Spring Break. If they do, they are lying to you. Or are english majors. Or both.

(Sorry for all the hate towards english majors... its not your fault that you guys don't have to do anything.)

Mario and Juliet

So to sum up my past few weeks it would go a little something like this:

OH crap I have so many assignments that I should have done so long ago!
I am not accessing Facebook or talking to people until this is all done!!
Wrote 4 lab reports in 4 days, and 4 papers in 3 days.
Wrote another paper.
Played Super Smash Brothers Melee.
Slept.
Was sick.
Got over my depression.
Got scared that it would happen again.
Did more work.
Played more Super Smash Bros.
And played guitar.

Thats really about it.

However, the past couple of days I have been much more social (like actually talking to people! WHAT?! Crazy talk) and my best friend and I started talking about songs.

You see, in songs, especially LOVE songs, musicians love to make comparisons to Romeo and Juliet. Yes, Romeo and Juliet is the most well-known love story, but is it really what you want to emulate? I mean... they both died. They didn't have a happy ending. Romeo and Juliet is something that I do not want to experience. Also, they are completely two-dimensional characters that aren't really in LOVE per se, but in LUST. They meet once at a party and then have sex, get married, and kill themselves. Romeo is also a little horny bastard who wants a girl named Rosaline, but then once he meets Juliet he is like "Oh wow, that chick is hotter than Rosaline! I love her now!" Its just ridiculous. Juliet is a naïve (oh yeah, I'm fancy because I use the dots over the "i") and also horny teenage girl who gets smitten with Romeo because of his dashingly handsome good looks and just magically loves him.

SERIOUSLY?!

SHE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THIS GUY! Its like the blind date from hell. Oh I have never met you before lets get married, have sex, then commit suicide! WHAT?!

I have so many problems with Romeo and Juliet, but do not want to get into the rest of them here. It would become too angsty and long and there is enough of that on the internet anyhow. So I am going to talk about something that makes me happy as opposed to "love" which only causes stress and annoyance.

Super Smash Brothers is a videogame (if you don't know that already which would be really impressive. How is it living under your rock? Good?) in which players attack each other with adorable (and sometimes not so adorable) characters from different Nintendo games. It is a really fun game when people get really into it. For example, one of my friends starts yelling and screaming while playing... so all of us do so too. We all understand and know that it isn't that important, but sometimes it is fun to be super enthusiastic about things. We have fun with Super Smash Bros and with life, and in order to have a lot of fun you have to become enthusiastic or involved in some form or fashion.

I will not go into the psychology as to why we enjoy beating the crap out of each other with fluffy foxes dressed in clothes and pink fluffballs, but we do. Oh we do. Playing Super Smash Bros with my friends is always fun because we come up with jokes and get to know each other more. At least 90% of the fun that you have in Super Smash Bros is with each other and "smack-talking" and blaming each other for how they died. It takes something as serious as life and death and makes it a joke. I wonder what our conversations sound like from outside. I imagine they sound like this:

"DAVIS"
"AAAAAHHHHHH"
"WHY DID YOU JUST KILL ME?!"
"OK YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE. I'LL JUST KILL MYSELF NOW. I AM JUST SO USELESS"
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! GODDAMNIT DAVIS!!!"
"HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE"
"GODDAMNIT WHY DON'T YOU DIE!!!!!!"

Yeah. People must think we are strange. And we totally are, but now that I think of it, I wonder why people haven't come by the door to make sure we aren't actually killing each other. That would be awkward. The killing each other bit, not the people coming in. Well, I suppose that would be awkward as well.

You know what else is awkward? Songwriters wanting to be Romeo and Juliet. In all honesty, I would prefer to be Zelda and Link, but with less damsel-in-distress. I mean, I might have to be a prisoner, but I would have magical powers and at least I wouldn't have to kill myself in the end for people to know it. Mario and Peach? No. Peach is annoying. More annoying than Juliet, which is saying something. Too much pink and "ooOOOh" <-- That was my attempt at a girlish "ooh" and I don't think I succeeded in the slightest.

Well, I should work on this essay instead of ranting about love stories and gladiator games.

Until next time,
Katie

Sentimentality

For those of you who know me, which I assume is all of you reading this, you know that I am a fairly sentimental person. I attach value and meaning to objects and places so much so that sometimes it is a little strange. I know that people think I'm weird or think that I'm sweet for these practices but that is not the reason why I am such a sentimental person.

The reason why I am such a sentimental person largely stems from the fact that I genuinely love people and like to associate that love with different objects so that they can always be with me in one way or another. It sometimes makes me sad and miss them, but sometimes I realize that this is what I needed in order to feel ok with being away from them. I know that the people I love miss me too and with this wonderful thing of the internet I am able to talk to them face to face and feel less sad about them being gone from my life for an extended period of time.

The main point about this post is attaching meaning to an object, and I personally find this to be an extremely important and necessary practice. An object is just an object until you make a connection with it to a person, place, time, or emotion. We associate names with certain objects because without that association, a name is just a word. No, a name is not just a word, a name is just a random juble of letters that sound good together. And why do these letters "sound good together"? Why they sound good because we associate different sounds with those different letters to create a language. Without this association, this meaning, these sounds that create emotions and represent life, what is our life?

So yes, I am a sentimental person who attaches meaning to seemingly arbitrary objects like a bobby pin or a wallet, but aren't we all, as humans, sentimental beings who associate these sounds with words and emotions?

Restarting

Remember when I said that I would update this blog more frequently? That was funny. I can't believe that I thought I would have time with all of the Tumblr-ing. Yes, I have a Tumblr. I usually just reblog things that I find funny but yes, I update it much more frequently than this blog (although that doesn't REALLY say much).

Anywho, since I last updated a lot of things have changed. Actually that is a large understatement. Since I last looked at/updated/thought about this blog here on the internets almost everything in my life changed. I went on a 3 week long backpacking trip with my grade and was by myself for 3 whole days. I graduated High School, I had my first real summer job that paid well, I decided where I was going to college, moved in, have my roommate, made all new friends, my sister left for africa for two years, my dog almost died, I am living across the country, did my own laundry, cried more times than I could count, missed a class, ditched a class, went canoeing, and more shenanigans. I have stayed up until 6:30 am doing work... two nights in a row.

Most of those events are a result of college. Yes, college the amazing time of higher learning where most people decide to take their ridiculously expensive tuition as a reason to get as drunk as humanly possible and have a lot of sex. I am not in that category. The point of college is not so much to drink and be stupid as it is to restart and be stupid. College gives you a clean slate, people here have never met you before and so all of the baggage from rumors from your old school, the teasing, the attention, the lack of friends, is all gone. (The emotional damage is still there but the practices will not continue if you do not make them).

Regardless of what anyone tells you about how these are the best years of your life, starting college is a scary process. You have no safety net. You literally know no one. You are on your own, seemingly alone in the universe. Everyone else is in the same boat.... but you cannot deny that it is one scary, intimidating, unstable boat.

What is truly beautiful about restarting in college though, is that everyone is in this fragile state where they do not know anyone, and as a result you become very close with your first friends. I can honestly say that I consider my friends that I have known for a month, some of the closest friends that I have. It is truly bizarre, but I feel like I have known these people more than just a month. When you quantify it from an objective viewpoint, it seems ridiculous and naïve of me to have such a bond with these people so quickly. However, until you are here, you cannot understand just how powerful restarting truly is.

I have restarted my life here in Connecticut with some of the best people I have ever met and now I am restarting this blog because why not? I procrastinate all the time, and here I can get my thoughts out without bothering people in real life. Good option? I think so!

This was a very odd, rambly, and quite terrible post so I am quite glad that you are still reading this because if you are you must love me very much.

Here's to a new era of Katie actually updating her blog!

Insomnia

Wow... I fail at keeping these promises to update dont I?

I wish it was for a legitimate reason but in actuality I've just been lazy. More lazy than usual. Which is kind of scary if you think about  it because I am a lazy person to begin with. The laziness means I don't do anything active all day (basically) and so I stay up late... because I'm not tired. 

Now this becomes a vicious cycle because I then don't get enough sleep, and because I dont get enough sleep I don't go running, and because I dont go running, I dont get enough sleep. It continues and goes on endlessly. 

Huzzah for redundancy?

But anyways, I've never understood why people stayed up so late for no reason, I love sleep. I try to go to sleep at around 10 so I get a full 8 hours of sleep... but these past few weeks, I've gotten around 6-7. Now I know people dont get that much and still function...

BUT I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE!!

I get really weird without sleep. And incomprehensible. And REALLY WEIRD.

In all honesty I probably shouldn't be writing/posting this post at all, because its late at night and I've been up since like 8. Ok its only 1 am... but I've been staying up till like 3 normally. And although I am 17 years old... I normally go to bed at 10. This whole 3 am thing is really new to me... and I don't like it.

So moral of the story is... I don't really have insomnia... but I really need to go to bed earlier... and not listen to tswift when trying to go to bed. Cause then I have a dp instead of sleeping. 

Cactus. Rolling.

about that....

Hi there blog I haven't looked at since November, how are you?

Yea sorry for not posting for a while... this is really bad. I have had a few blog posts that I start and never care enough to finish. Nowadays I have been trying my hand at videoblogging or vlogging or v-logging (however you want to call it) which is much less effort because I just have to say what I think as opposed to having to physically write it out (ugh so much work)...

So yea, if you are reading this and you want to see me make a fool of myself and make TERRIBLE videos... I will put a link in a different post because I cannot make others watch them. If you desperately want to see me act like an idiot then look up schmeisto on youtube.

Time for a life update? I believe so!

I was accepted and rejected by various colleges and would rather not post that info on the internet. Call me crazy but I think thats weird. If you haven't applied to colleges yet, apply to a safety school early action because if you are rejected by the top reach choice, then you feel better knowing that you are in somewhere. College stuff is boring and not fun.... so change of subject!

I've been playing guitar a lot more and writing more songs now than I have in the past, and I am actually proud of a couple of them. I wrote one about the friend zone that I posted on youtube that I will not link to either because it is a bad video as well. I promise that once I make actually entertaining videos that I will post them on my blog but I doubt that will happen for a while.

I am now a SECOND SEMESTER SENIOR!!!!! Finally! Jeez that took forever! Second semester senior year is where you can finally relax and have a social life in High School. I am so unbelievably happy that I survived that I plan to enjoy it as much as possible and enjoy these people that I have come to know over the past 7 years of my life. (I go to a private school so I have known these people since 6th grade I haven't been held back 3 years....)

So yea, that's kind of what is going on in my life right now. Happy fun times.

Until next time (I promise it will be less than 3 months this time)!