Quiz Question.

Goodness gracious. Today was nuts.

Ima recap for ya.

But you're not getting any pictures yet. Its currently 2 a.m. ya goofs.

Why in the world would I be putting pictures up at this hour?

Alright, here it is, my day as a multiple choice question, in honor of the test I took today.

Please select the best answer for the following question:

What was the best part of my day?

A. Woke up at 7 a.m. It was the craziest thing. There I was, awake at 7 in the morning, and so were other people. At least I'm pretty sure they were. I could hear moving out my window but I wasn't about to look. I don't trust the kind of people who get up before 8. Who do they think they are?

B. I drove to Lindon, UT. You've never heard of it. I think its a suburb of Orem, which is a suburb of Provo, which is basically a suburb of Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah, a state that is pretty much one big suburb.

C. I took the G.R.E. But before I took the G.R.E. (B.5?) I took the G.R.E. Tutorial. This consisted of sections such as "How to Use a Mouse" and "Scrolling." It then gave sample questions so I could practice answering using the confusing mouse and scroll button. My sample question: "What is the capital of the United States?" (one of the options was London. Whoops.)

The problem was, this question not only offered a false sense of security about the level of difficulty of the upcoming test, but it made me really grumpy that I was not in London, or Washington D.C. (yes, I answered correctly) or even in my bed where I usually am every morning at 8:34. I was in Lindon, UT and I was taking a four hour test that determined my future.

Not to worry however, things got much better after Juan, the proctor, let me have two drink breaks and let me go to my locker for gum after one of them.

D. I ate at the dorm cafeteria with my sister and they had lettuce wraps.

Mmm baby.

E. I came home and sat on my couch.

F. I took a shower. As a college student I am under no obligation to do this every day. Except today I did. Above and beyond, thats my modo.

G. I ate at Burgers Supreme using the discount food text I get every day. Quote from the middle eastern man at the register when he informed me that my food would be out faster than my brother's and Spencer's: "I have a wife, a grandmother, a grandaughter, three daughters, a mother, an aunt, neices, sisters...(went on to name nearly all major female figures in his life, and the world)...I know that ladies go first." And I'll be darned if my guacamole burger didn't come out a whole three minutes before Spencer's spicy chicken.

He wasn't kidding. He knows.

H. Went to work where I supervised volleyball games tonight. Received some visits from a few friends. Drew some pictures. Re-wrote the finale of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air in my head so they don't all move away and Jeffrey can keep his job as the sassiest butler ever. Got paid for it.

I. The Jazz won tonight. BYU won tonight.

J. Stayed up until...now. Which is 2:19. Working on a wedding present for this girl, and hemming a pair of pants for my friend Marcus.

K-Y. Kentucky

Z. Somehow it is 2:28 a.m. and Michelle Branch just came up on my shuffle. When Miss Branch gets in there, thats a pretty good indicator that it is time for bed.

Answer: E. I'm so lazy.

Goodbye to you. (catch the reference)

Katie

Funny Story:

Backstory:

This yellow sweater is my favorite sweater (sorry I think I've used this picture on my blog before, but this is the only shot I could find of it).

It is big, comfy, warm and I like the color and look of it, especially since I'm really digging the baggy look these days. It's one of those articles of clothing that a lot of people comment on but I can't tell if they are complimenting me because it is weird enough to notice, or if they actually like it. Either way I don't really care because I'm obsessed with it.

Actual Story which is much shorter than the backstory:

I walk into the Wilkinson Center for lunch, wearing this sweater.

Roommate who will remain unnamed: "Oh my gosh, I totally forgot it was ugly sweater day!"

Post-story commentary:

It really was ugly sweater day. I just missed the memo.

The worst part was walking past people I knew and watching them smile and say "yeah...nice sweater" and chuckle, as if them thinking my favorite sweater was part of ugly sweater day is a funny joke.

Blast my timing.

Katie

Heard it on the Radio.

I am always really careful to not watch the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" with any boy I am dating.

I'm just afraid that we will break up and then I will be driving around and I will hear the song "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and what would be more sad/ironic than that?

90's one-hit-wonders are always the most emotional/have the most terrible music videos.

Other life observations as of late:

1. There is a "preview" button on blogger so I can see what I have written looks like before I have to publish it. By the looks of my blog you can probably tell that I am not too tech-savvy.

2.You may also be able to make that observation by looking at my laptop which folds in half backwards if someone in the room even sneezes its direction. It's been busted that way for months and I always think it is really funny when that happens so I refrain from fixing it for the sake of a good laugh every once in a while. "Having no money makes everything funnier." Thats what my friend Tim said to me last night and I couldn't agree more.

3. Even if Smith's is having a reallllly good sale on Pasta, you should not spend your last $5.34 on ten packages of it. Eating pasta for a week makes everything less funny.

4. Hypothetically speaking, you should never buy tickets to an event more than a week in advance if you plan on going with a person you are interested in. Chances are, in the month between the ticket purchase and the actual show, they will start dating your friend, stop talking to you, and then you will still have to go to said event as a mandatory assignment for your class, and then you will spend all Saturday thinking how you don't care if Romeo kills himself, Juliet, or everyone in the audience, you do not want to go to the stupid play. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

5. It doesn't matter how many times I tell someone at work they are going to have to shave before I can let them play intramural football, they will respond with the phrase, "are you serious?"

What kind of joke would that be? Of course I'm serious.

6. "Icky Thump" by The White Stripes is my angry song this week. I haven't really been angry but sometimes when I listen to it, I think that I just might be. Which is ironically relaxing.

7. It bothers me that there is no good synonym for ironic. I feel it a lot so I use it a lot and, as an English major, I hate to be so redundant.

8. I'll say, what about Romeo and Juliet?

And he'll say, well, that's the one thing we've got.

That song gets me even when I didn't watch the stupid movie.

Katie

Geburtstag.

I am in a rut.

I spent almost the entire day yesterday on my couch sick, and tired.

Some days life just catches up with you and your couch seems like the safest place to be until things get back to normal.

I have a knack for forgetting birthdays. I forgot my best friend Jenna's 20th birthday a few years ago and I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about it.

This may seem strange but the concept behind birthdays bothers me. Opposite from most people, I usually am so relieved when my birthday is over every year. I hate the pressure of the day, of feeling like something about it has to be extraordinary or else it is wasted until next year. I hate people giving me things when I feel like I have done nothing to deserve them. I get embarrassed by the attention. I get overwhelmed by the blatant presentation of the idea that I am, in fact, getting older. I understand the concept of every person having "their day" where they can feel special, and I love to allow that for those who want it, but as for me, I could get along just fine without a birthday.

Man, don't I sound like such a cynic?

I'm just trying to be honest.

All of these emotions are coming up today because this week I forgot the birthday of someone who means a whole lot to me. It was one of those moments where you realize you have done something terrible, something you never wanted to do, but something you did regardless and that you would give anything to take back.

That may seem a little dramatic but I think those feelings came less from the act of forgetting itself and more from being faced with the realization that I have been a selfish person lately. I have been far too concerned with my own problems to remember that I am no island, that the world is big and full of people who have things like math tests and unpaid bills and birthdays.

And so, to the person whose birthday I forgot, someone who has been so kind and good to me, I am sorry. You probably will never read this, but I hope you somehow know that all this has inspired a change in me. I'm going to start getting over myself.

Birthdays are important, lives are important, people are important.

Lesson learned.

Katie

The Jazz beat the Heat and I always talk about sports in my posts which may be annoying so I'll put it in the title which everyone skips anyways.

This post contains an absurd amount of photos.

But I'm not going to apologize. Because maybe you are having a busy day and have better things to do than sit and read all the junk that I write down.

Pictures=faster.

Welcome to the 2000's. The era of speeeeeeed.

Which is exactly what my last few weeks have felt like.

Check it out.

A big stress in my life is whether or not I should put the caption for pictures up here...

...or down here. ^^ This picture is of my friends C.J. and Sarai who just so happened to be traffic jammed next to us on our way to the Sufjan Stevens concert in SLC.
This ^^ is Sarai getting a fake autograph from a person who is NOT Sufjan Stevens. Apparently fans who wait after to meet him and talk to him and worship him and caress his magic, music-playing fingers are creepy to him? Geez man. We just like your stuff.

The best way to have your nice glass baking pan is shattered in tiny pieces all over your kitchen and living room.
Seriously, the WEIRDEST things happen to our apartment. This one happened while Jessica and I were sitting back in our room and nobody was even out in the kitchen. Except for the robber from last year who I am convinced came back and threw our pan on the floor out of spite.
Let it out robber. Let it out.

Me. My dad. A climbing wall. There is nothing I hate more than looking like a wuss, and climbing walls can make ANYONE feel like a wuss.
(Side note: I learned how to spell the word "wuss" from my favorite Disney Channel Original Movie, "Brink.")

Eli Wade and blue skies. Two favorite things of mine.

We went on a long ATV ride and got dirrrtttyyy.

Every family has their thing. Some families watch movies together, play board games, tell each other they love each other (if you're into that). My family...wrestles...

...and arm wrestles.

(if you are wondering if my Mom beat me here then you should shut the heck up.)

This photograph was taken on the drive home in Mt. Caramel, UT. I get the feeling they are trying to be trashy. But its hilarious. So it evens out.

I came home to find my best friend is ENGAGED!!

I'm just going to give you the facts here...

Best High School Friend Jenna...married.

Best Life-long Friend/Cousin Erin...married in two weeks!

Best Provo Friend Aly...engaged to be married.

Katie...living the dream.

One day I'll catch up with them but first I have to stop doing things like eating multiple meals off of the same plate because I'm too lazy to wash another one.

Besides, I'm enjoying all these awkward first dates way too much to settle down with just one of them.

Also, I just have to say it.

Go Jazz.

Katie

Gotcha.

Wrote another article for theacademyhill.com.

Check it out here.

Sorry if you're not from Provo/don't understand BYU culture. But I'd still like it if you read it.

You can even comment if you want!

The great part is I am going to put a link to this blog post on my facebook, even though this post is actually a link to another blog.

Somehow I think that is a really good joke.

Double linking. Ha. What a waste of time.

I've been in the library waaayyyy too long.

Katie

Zion(s).

Sorry about the week-long hiatus guys.

It's been an interesting week for me and I really needed to take the extra time to think through some things and re-evaluate my life and boring stuff like that.

I am always really torn when I have weeks like this over whether or not I should share my personal experiences with the blogging world. I'm not a fan of sharing my personal life with the general public, but then I think, it would make my blog more interesting if I added some drama.

Then I remember the line from one of my favorite short stories "Snow" by Ann Beattie.

"Any life will seem dramatic if you omit mention of most of it."

And so, for dramatic effect, I will omit.

Maybe one day I'll let you know how things worked out.

On a lighter note, my family is staying at Zion Ponderosa Resort for the weekend. My dad does some marketing here so we get to come spend a weekend here every year. This is my first time being able to come and it has NOT dissapointed.

I plan on posting all about it when I get home, but in the mean time, here are a few funny Rachel stories from the drive out here:

Story #1: Rachel and I were arguing because she had a shirt of mine (my favorite shirt) and did not want to give it back without some sort of collateral (I suggested a punch in the face). Finally in frustration Rachel exclaimed "Katie, stop being so controversial!" "Rachel," I said, "you don't even know what that word means." Now, Rachel is infamous for using large words incorrectly, however she still protested and suddenly started texting, all the time continuing the argument. A few seconds later she says "Well Katie...for example...the death penalty would be controversial...or something like that..." I thought that was kind of a strange comment and tried to explain to her how she had used the word wrong in the context. When she wouldn't believe me I finally resorted to texting google for the definition to prove myself and when I got a text back, this is what I read.

" Controversial: marked by or capable of arousing controversy; Example: the issue of the death penalty is highly controversial."

Whoops. Looks like someone else was texting google as well.

Story #2: Jordan, Rachel and I were sitting at a table at Wendy's discussing random facts we knew. Rachel pipes in with this one:

"Okay guys...true or false, 68% or crimes are committed by black people, or white people?"

Uh...true?

And my final happy thought for the day...these football scores:

BYU-55 UNLV-7

UofU-7 TCU-47

Also, did anyone else think Utah's jerseys looked like little kid pajamas with patches of dinosaur print fabric? And the words on the back of them?

I mean, I take my teams pretty seriously, but I would hate to be the 300 lb. football player running around the field with the word "community" on my back where my name should be. Especially if I lost 47-7.

Go cougs.

Katie