Nursery Rhyme Twist

Twinkle twinkle little star I cannot see you from this far Down beneath the ground so low No sound of whisper from falling snow Packed inside the dirt so tight Darkness fills unseeing sight

It's taken me at least twenty minutes to sign on to blogspot

It has taken me a lot to finally sign on to this blog again, and not for lack of caring. Since my last post, I have: moved out of my parent's home (for the first time), switched home towns, switched colleges, joined several sports teams/clubs, taken on the task of making new friends, and, most relevant to this post, taken on my first ever roommate! That brings me to the point of this post: the internal debate of deciding whether or not my roommate is human. We have lived together for a few months now, and I have made a few mental notes as to her lifestyle. Humanly, she cooks, attends class (or at least disappears at class times), has at least one friend, has a boyfriend, and occasionally showers. Now, these seem like all the necessary things to supporting human life, right? BUT. I live with her, and I can say that things are off. At first, I thought that maybe I was just a bad roommate, or that she was just exceptionally awesome (which she is). Things that don't add up: she cooks well, but very seldom and with almost no dishes or foods used, she showers, but very seldom (I think she lacks the need to bathe), she does not go out with friends or watch tv or listen to music, but she is frequently gone, she never makes sounds even if she is home (and our apartment is old and squeaky), her boyfriend comes over occasionally (but not often for two people who have been together for two years, and she rarely has clothes to wash. My conclusion? I have somehow been blessed with a perfect alien roommate specimen, and I am a shitty human roommate in return. I have sleepovers, I wash clothes weekly, shower daily, come in at all hours, watch tv frequently, listen to music occasionally, stop around in my room, wake up early, use the bathroom for showers AND toilet reasons. Damn, what kind of monster am I?

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

Why did I not watch this movie sooner? It is so completely lovely. Who am I kidding, everything kiera knightly touches turns to gold. I can't even capitalize her name because it's become an improper noun in my mind. I may have shed a tear.

You do what you do, and you pay for your sins and there's no such thing as what might have been; that's a waste of time, it'll drive you out of your mind

Katrina's floating head

I have some posts that I'd like to delete, they sound stupidly infantile to me now. Somehow I cannot bring myself to get rid of them though, for I felt the heart of them at one time, and I may come back at another hour to love and rejoice in the clarity of my younger mind.

It's almost 5 am

Emotional catalysts are easily forgotten, but the effects of their reign linger to taint the memories of the inflicted.

You Have to Live

You can never give up. Even when life is at its meanest, there is someone out there who looks forward to seeing your face. So, if not for yourself, keep going for that person. Please don't quit, Pa.

I want a tattoo

The guy who sits in by me in poly sci smells awful and has awful tattoos.

Both things to look out for.

What I don't need

People who ditch me for weed.
Not boys, and most assuredly not girls.
Sugar.


Get a life

Just a Drive

Drive by memories. Drive by shooting. Shooting through my soul. The roots of life torn out and strewn across the damp earth.

Selfish

I want a tortoise!

Art

I have not the patience for art. I cannot and will not endeavor to master the tiny strokes, the intricate shading of lines that yield "art". I will scribble, leave half-completed works as they stand, and refuse to shade even the smallest picture. Take it.

Katrina's Floating Head

I hope my friends have a great time at wicked tonight! I wish I could be there, but it's just awful timing. I miss and love all of my other selves. Sigh, back to studying.

Well, its that time again

Apparently caffeine increases pressure and cramping of the abdomen. AWESOME. Here we go coffee, bring it on. I won't back down to your catalyst of evil! I won't deny my taste buds the sweetest bitter roast of Foldgers just to satiate gurgling innards!

Oh, the pain.

Paradoxes

again, something i found burried in word documents from months past.




"War is peace."
"Freedom is slavery."
"Ignorance is strength."
(George Orwell, 1984)


Plastic Surgery: Slicing up your skin and putting it in different places to increase physical appeal.

Toyota Prius: the car that's 'better' for the environment. try a bike. the prius may be better than a hummer, but in the end, its
all pollution.

"Humans can't breathe under water" at first glance this appears to be a truthfull statement, but, getting technical,
it can be done. Define water. It could be the ocean, or it could be rain. "Water" could be refering to a cup of liquid
balancing on someone's head! would that stop them from breathing? What about scuba gear? This is why there are so many loopholes
in the world!

"humans can't fly" AIRPLANES! welcome to the twentyfirst century, where any claim you make can and will be disputed!

The instability of stabilization; think of the classic game jenga, and how one block can destabilize the entire tower.
Stabilization in itself is exteremely unstable.

coined term 'myspace'; outdated, i know, but it's exactly the opposite of your own space. it's everyone who wants one's space!

"If this sentence is not true, then Santa Claus exists." Marinate this in the salad of your mind, ladies and getlemen.

It's opposite day! A statement uttered by many children around the world; one must wonder if they will ever realize the
conradiction

the word 'language' is a systematic means of communication by words or symbols, but we cannot forget that lauguage also divides
cultures indisputibly. this means of communication provides a large barrier in keeping us from talking to other people.

ANDY ROONEY

has spent all of his time here with us. his bodily life has ended; his soul lives in the afterlife; his memory exists right here. i won't stop looking up to your fiery personality, sir. the only thing changed is: now, i am literally looking up to you. rest peacefully

today, i watched as you fell back in to love.
only, this time, it wasn’t with me.
its fine, dear heart. your new love has set me free.

everyday i'm studyin'

study break: noun. a break from studying. because my life is studying and I'm taking a break to blog about it.




I feel like i'm losing it. about to lose it all. every last marble. plucking each petal, getting closer and closer to the last.

I envy the people who get to chase their dreams, they have dreams.
I, i have a dream. That is to one day have a dream to work for.

There. That is what i'll answer next time someone asks what I'm going to school for.

Honestly, I have no idea what I'm going to school for. That's exactly why I need to be in school. First I must find myself.

Katrina's Floating Head

This is going to be a segment where I talk about my sadness and such.
You see, my best friend moved away to the University of Texas and I can no longer see her everyday or talk to her as often as needed. SO, she made me a cut-out of her face, glued to a popsicle stick. I tell it all of my woes. And I might just feel inclined to blog about something in the future. I MISS MY FRIENDSIES!.

a man across the room
he sips cautiously from his steaming mug
the tell-tale swift inhalation informs me that the beverage is putting up a fight.

a woman behind the counter never ceases smiling
candy-apple hair dances in pillars around her rounded, ivory face as she repeatedly thrusts lattes into the paws of spoiled customers
the buzz and bustle of the early risers makes her look like she could use a cup for herself.

Someone coughs
Keyboards click
Newspapers crinkle
An elderly man cackles at the morning news, oh young people these days.

What draws us in? What makes this coffee house home?
Could it be the familiarity? The warm, toffey-colored walls? Squashy armchairs help, no doubt. Maybe for some the wafting
smell of roasted beans churning circles in a blender is what brings them in. As for myself, I enjoy the predictability.
The personas, the artists, the democrats, the rebublicans, the posers, the actuals, and everyone in between: I enjoy knowing
exactly what we all come together in this one room for. I adore the warm, slow-sweeping feeling of peace
that this myriad of folks emits.No matter how rushed, how completely stressed out of their minds they are, each one has time
for coffee. To myslef, meaning that each one knows how to take a moment out of the day, the precious gift that they live, to
breathe and enjoy. Even if it's only for the five minutes I wait in line, I prefer the company of those who know what is most
important in life.