Sun-eyed Girl

Because I am a Mormon, and Sundays are our day off from partying, my Halloween was Saturday this year.

And party we did.

"We" being J-Marsh and myself.

I'm going to start off by apologizing right now if this post comes across as severely melodramatic. Marsha and I are watching "Invictus" as I type and there's something about Morgan Freeman with a South African accent that is making me feel like its my personal responsibility to salvage all that is good in the world.

I'll tell you something I didn't salvage...

We started off the night with a delicious dinner, which I burned.

We then re-started the night with a better delicious dinner, which I did NOT burn, after which we changed into our costumes:

FLOWERS!
I know, I know, I always claim I'm not a real girly kind of girl. But somehow, to me, a giant flower in scrubs and a tank top from the kids section of Savers just didn't feel too girly to me. Also, look at the picture. Not exactly feminine grace.

Next on the list, naturally, was a good old Straight Monday show.

Question: If you were going to imagine the Prince of Russia, what would you imagine?

Answer: This. ^^^

Question: If you were going to imagine two Harlem Globetrotters, what would you imagine?
Answer: When I got home I had brown paint all over my arms from the sweat of these two. Gross.

We finished off the night with some delicious pumpkin cake and cocoa motion at my friend Bryce's apartment, and then "The Birds" at Tracy's boyfriend Kyle's house.

Quick Review of "The Birds": Worst. Ending. Ever. following a close-up of some guy's eyes eaten out. But in a weird way I kind of liked it.


Happy Halloween!

Katie

30 Snow Moms

I have been ending my days with an episode of 30 Rock.

It gives me something to look forward to throughout the day and is my way of saying to myself

"Congrats! You made it! Have twenty-one minutes of hilarious television!"

The episode I watch at night is very different from the one I watch when I wake up in the morning that says "Congrats! You're out of cereal and you forgot to go shopping again last night!" Or the one I watch before work that says "Congrats! You have nothing better to do between homework and work than hang out with your fake friend Tina Fey!"

Slowly but surely 30 Rock is filling all major voids in my life.

And speaking of unbearably endless voids...winter seems to have arrived.

Last night Provo saw its first snow of the season. I also saw my first snow of the season but it was a little more blurry looking at it through tears of disgust.

As a former life-long resident of sunny St. George the snow is something that does nothing less than ruin my life.

Exhibit A: My roommates and I, last year after one of the first snows of the season.

We are not smiling. We were not happy.

The only good part about the snow this time was that I woke up to a big can of Stephen's hot chocolate on my front porch and a very nice note from my friend Jourdan Smith giving his winter condolences.

How sweet is that? Even though I'm quite upset about the snow still, it did make me feel a little bit warmer and quite a bit happier.

And speaking of people I love...

my mom sent the funniest text to Jordan, Rachel and I the other day.

Every year on the monday before Halloween my family decorates Halloween cookies and takes them to all the neighbors. I know for most families, this is a Christmas tradition, but my family has never been very conventional so for us, Halloween is cookie time.

Seeing as how Halloween is this weekend, last monday was "the monday" and as I was sitting in my bed that evening doing homework (watching 30 Rock) I got this text:

"First one to text the correct answer to this question gets $20 in their bank account: What do we always do for FHE the last Monday of October?"

Now, being the kind of girl who lives by her phone, I obviously won, responding with "COOKIES!" within .8 seconds. I just wish that all my tests here at school had such easy questions, produced the same reward, and were based on me being a really fast texter.

What a cute mom I have.

My bank account agrees.

Katie

The Academy Hill

I was asked by my friend Josh Dance to write an article as a guest writer for an online BYU blog he is working on.

It is called "The Academy Hill" and the article I wrote can be found here.

Feel free to read and comment, and check back for other articles and blog posts to be found on the website.

http://www.theacademyhill.com/

Danke schön!

Katie

What. A. Weekend.

Geez Louise. I had a great weekend.

Friday night my family got into town just in time to watch the first favorite child (Jordan) play in his flag football game. Rachel (fifth favorite child) had a co-ed basketball game at the same time but after I explained to her birthrights, attractiveness levels, etc. she understood the decision that was made.

The good part for me was that Jordan's game was played on the field I was supervising so I conveniently got to politely ask my mother and little brother to return to the white box designated for fans every time they stepped out of it.

Telling your mom what to do.

What a power trip.

Good thing I have a sweet enough mother that she puts up with me, even when I get a kick out of things like that.

After work I headed to yet another Straight Monday show.

(Straight Monday, as pictured below laughing candidly. Not faking it.)

What made this show unique was that my little brother Eli was in town to attend it.

Fun fact about me: I am obsessed with dancing. Obsessed.

Surprising fact about Eli: He is too.

Who knew? He's only 13.

Shoot, when I was 13 I felt about as comfortable with dancing as I felt watching that kid on Matilda eat the whole sweaty chocolate cake.

Both made me feel a little queasy.

But not Eli. He even went as far as to jump in the middle of a dance circle and go crazy.

What a star.

I miss him already.

(this picture SCREAMS thirteen)
Saturday morning was family visits and a football game.

It was so nice to see my cougs win again. I'm no fairweather fan (Ironically enough it was pouring rain during the game and we still went. That should be proof.) but its hard to watch your team have an off season.

For the record though, in case Jake Heaps gets waaay better and is one of the best QB's to come out of college football, he has always been my boy.

I have said that from game one and I'm sticking to it.

Just in case.

I have a sense for these kind of things.

(Marsha and I at the game)

Saturday Night was my friend Casey Goodman's Birthday Party.

So, naturally, we made pumpkin helmets and played football in them.

And by we, I mean the boys played football.

But I watched, photographed, and laughed my head off.

Don't try and tell me this picture isn't the best thing ever.

I won't believe you.

Katie

I really don't have time for this. You're welcome.

Thursday is the new Friday.

Once I finish my long block of classes Thursday afternoon and get off work, the weekend is on.

Today's Thursday (meaning...today) was interesting enough that I am more than ready for the weekend.

The first part was my own fault.

I wore mustard yellow tights to school.

Whoops.

I sure didn't think I looked like a freak, but every person walking past me did. I'm really not that mad about it though. How I dress is never really a concern for me. Except for when it comes to first dates, THEN I get really stressed. It's so hard to find a good balance between "I dressed down a little bit so you wouldn't judge me and think I was super crazy based on the clashing colors and patterns of every article of clothing I'm wearing" and "If this is ever going to go anywhere you should probably know that I dress weird." As if first dates weren't bad enough...

The second part of my day involved having "Teenage Dream" stuck in my head all. day. long.

I'm just going to say it, Katie Perry is a terrible person.That song is ridiculous and downright uncalled for. Or if someone did call for it, that wasn't very nice (or tasteful) of them. I really wish she would stop promoting things like making a joke out of PMS (whose side is she on here?) and California Pride (there's already enough to go around.) I think what Katie Perry really needs is a good hug, but just in case I think I'm going to start going by my real name, Katherine, just to unassociate myself.

The third part of my day is called homeworkmidtermsgreapplicationsworkworkworksoccergamemoreworkhomework.

That is seriously how my brain feels right now.

Waaaa. My life is so hard. I'm a whinny little girl.

One who wears yellow tights.

And whose life really isn't that hard.

Katie

New Obsession.

I've watched 7 episodes in 2 days.

I don't know how it took me 5 seasons to discover this show.

Forget Glee.

Tracy Morgan can get me through any show-tune withdrawl Fox can throw at me.

Katie

Bonding.

Katie: "Hey Jessica, what should I write about?"

Jessica Marshall: "How much you love me."

I do Marsha, I really do.

Marsha is what we call her to differentiate between the two Jessica's in my apartment.

Other nicknames include: "Marsh", "Marshmellow", "Marshed Potatoes," "Martian" and my personal favorite, "dummy."

(Marsha, as pictured here)

(The resemblance is really uncanny.)

In the spirit of retaliation Marsha once spent an entire weekend calling me "roommate" to see if I'd notice.

I didn't.

She is currently taking suggestions for better options of retribution nicknames.

Marsha and I are the losers of the apartment. The other two roommates, who will remain unnamed (love you Tracy and Jessica) both have boyfriends, meaning Marsh and I get to spend real quality time together alone in the apartment on a daily basis.

Tonight's Activity: Max Keeble's Big Move

In reality it is the only thing on TV right now that doesn't involve following Alaskan fisherman drama or polygamist sister wives, but I still remember it being better than this.

I guess sticking it to your snappy 4th period teacher and the school bully in one fell swoop* just doesn't tickle my fancy the way it used to.

I guess when you don't have a boyfriend you just deal with stuff like this.

Katie

*comes from the play Macbeth. My Shakespeare class is taking over my life.